Page 93 of The Bodyguard and the Alpha (Witch Twins #2)

Bastien

The chopper was landing. The pilot had changed his trajectory, presumably because he had seen the fight on the ground, and he came in at a new angle.

My lungs worked like bellows, pulling in air as I pushed my body to its limit.

My little Pixie had already taken down two of Veder’s men.

But there was still one in front of her as well as the chopper pilot.

And even if Veder was a coward, he couldn’t be trusted not to have something up his sleeve.

If my Pixie couldn’t use her magic it was because he’d come up with a way to block her power.

Fuck. I was still too far away. The scene played out in front of me like a horror movie. My mate, moving at Shifter speed toward the third goon, the one still protecting Veder.

The bark of a weapon and a muzzle flash from the interior of the chopper’s cabin.

Electra’s cry of shock. A pulse of pain down the bond.

I watched, horrified… as she fell to the ground, like a puppet whose strings had been cut.

No, no, no. My roar split the air, rumbling like thunder before a summer storm.

It took me five more seconds to reach her. Each one felt like an hour. An hour while my insides were scraped with razors.

Veder scurried towards the safety of the chopper. Goon Three shadowing him.

It’s alright baby. You’ll be alright. I promise.

It hurts.

I pushed more of my Alpha energy at her, willing it to work. She could not die. I would not permit it.

You will not die , I told her as I fell to my knees in the dirt beside her. Blood spilled over the hands she pressed against her abdomen. The coppery tang hung heavy in the air.

Ohgods. There was so much blood.