Page 94 of Unveil

But she’s turned my way now, and her eyes flash as they meet mine, barely noticeable even if you’re looking straight on. Unless you stalked her for years and can read every twitch of muscle in her facial expressions.

She sneers at the Wilde. “You know what? I don’t know, and I don’tcare. Fuck the Wildes!”

What is shedoing?

The Wilde barrels toward her. “You little?—”

Crack.

It happens so fast, the sound of her whimper registers before the slap against skin. Her head jerks to the side under his palm, and red-hotfuryfilters over my vision as he lords over her.

But she’s given me the opening I need.

I grab a rock and hurl it at the window, breaking the glass and tripping the wire attached to the frame. And because Luna lured the fool into coming farther into the cabin to strike her, the rock trap I positioned on a ceiling rafter slams into the side of his skull.

His curse is a garbled moan as he stumbles, clutching his bloody temple, and Luna takes advantage of his moment of weakness.

She lunges with the fluid grace of a dancer, grabbing two loose tranquilizer darts I stowed beside the door and driving them both into the bastard—one in the quad, the other near his groin—depressing the plungers.

That’s my girl.

The Wilde howls and tries to raise his gun, but it clatters to the floor from paralyzed hands. His knees buckle, body slumping forward as his limbs seize. I rise fully and send a bolt through the open window and into his chest. He drops in a heap.

Righteous anger vibrates through Luna as she slams her foot into his neck, and I hear his spine crack from here. My lips twitch between a smirk and a frown, torn between pride and guilt for her being in this position at all.

I’ll analyze that later. After I make sure she’s safe.

“You Furybitch!”

Anddd that’s my cue.

I slip out of the trees on silent feet, loading my crossbow with another bolt in one fluid motion. Another figure rushes from the shadows, knife raised high. I don’t think. I don’t even aim, and my crossbow fires like the extension of me it is.

Thunk.

The bolt sinks into his throat with a wet, choking sound. His body folds, twitching as he reaches for the arrow’s shaft. Ain’t no way that thing’s coming out, though, especially with the blood slicking his fingers. He hits the sopping wet ground on his knees, sinking partway in before collapsing face-first, driving the broadhead deeper.

The cabin door flings wide to reveal my pretty white swan painted in blood that isn’t hers, holding my knife and poised tostrike. Pure rage and agony flash in her eyes, warring over which one will win out. My little warrior, ready for battle.

The rain dampens her tresses, but she stays focused as another Wilde surges from the woods.

His eyes lock on the blade she wields like it was made for her, and he falters, no doubt eyeing theFinitial on the handle. Recognition flares.

“The Fury gave you his knife?”

She doesn’t know what that means, not yet. But every Wilde does. They’re after her because they don’t want her to become mine. But we’re past that. She’s already becoming one ofus.

He doesn’t wait for her answer, charging at her. He’s fast, but she swivels out of his reach in a move I’ve seen her perform a thousand times on stage, and I bulldoze into him before his blade can graze her shoulder.

We slam into the ground shoulders first. My knuckles crack against his jaw. His elbow hammers my ribs, but I punch his throat. He lands one to my face, flooding blood into my mouth, iron tainting my tongue, but I don’t stop. I can’t. Not until I’ve taken out every last one of these bastards.

We roll through mud and stones, fists flying, grunts muffled by thunder. His knee aims for my stomach, but I twist, driving an elbow into his sternum and slamming him down on a gnarled root.

He wheezes and writhes in pain.

“Luna.” I whistle, holding out my hand, and in the next second she’s tossed me the knife. It arcs through the air, and I catch it by the hilt, fingers closing over theFat the top. I plunge the blade into his chest, relishing in the sound of his last breath rasping from his body.

A crow shrieks overhead, circling once before vanishing into the branches. I blink up after it but quickly snap my eyes back to Luna.