No Way Back (Darkling, beloved, #2)

by Santana Knox

A boot kicks me in the rib, sending me flying against the wall. My back slams into the concrete, a demonic croak escaping my throat when I’m finally able to breathe. I brace for impact again but hear my favorite sound: Harkins’ fists. The chainsaw swings on its strap behind his back while he pummels the guard with his bare fists, only stopping to relieve his holster of the pistol. Demetri throws the gun to the ground, sending his fist into the guard’s stomach. I crawl closer, clutching my stomach, coughing in desperate attempts to relieve the pain in my chest. The guard lands on his back next to me, already bloody, his face swollen from Demetri’s hands. “I’m a police officer!” he spits out. “You’ll go to prison for this!” Demetri laughs. “You touched my girl; you’re a dead officer.”