Accepting My Twin Mates by Unwise Owl

Chapter 113

Accepting My Twin Mates Chapter 113

Chapter 110 – Lend A Hand?

Evgeniya

I returned to the matter at hand and cast my gaze over the controls. All of it was written in French and none of it I understood. The numbers next to a series of buttons ran up to the number of cells, so I figured they corresponded and were the opening mechanisms for the cell doors.

Here was where the plan became somewhat ultra-dumb… I opened them all at once, including the heavy door that sealed all the cells together, and unleashed the awaiting chaos. I could see on the surveillance screen, the rogues and vampires, all of them looking at their doors with trepidation.

I poked my head out and yelled, “what are you waiting for? An invitation? Move!”

That was all it took and the very floor shook with heavy pounding of bare footfalls. My eyes widened as a wall of hulking males came barreling towards me. I ducked back just in time as the surge thundered past, except for one who stopped, one I recognised that made lurid and obscene gestures with his tongue as I was made to accompany Marceau for his dinners. His eyes roved over me and if he thought I would be his victim, he was sorely mistaken. But as I raised the rifle to fire, the rogue’s head was yanked back and smashed into the door frame repeatedly, blood cascading everywhere.

The red-haired vampire, Barend.

“I’ve hated that man for a decade,” he dropped the unconscious or dead rogue. Which? I wasn’t sure. “Disgusting individual.”

His voice held a harder Dutch accent and was far deeper, gruffer, than his smooth youthful face suggested.

“Barend,” Bastiaan spoke behind him, the vampires and a few of the rogues at his back. “Help lead the others out. I must stay with Evie and get her father and Diego.”

The red-haired vampire clapped him on his shoulder. “I should go with you, you need me. I swore my duty of your care to your father.”

“They need you,” Bastiaan indicated the others with a sweep of his hand. “If you want to help, draw the guards as much as possible so that Evie and I can get to the clinic wing.”

With reluctance, Barend nodded and parted ways, taking the others with him and leaving Bastiaan and me alone.

“I hope you remember the way?” He ducked down to the unconscious guard and removed a large serrated bowie knife from its holster.

“Uh? Don’t you want the other gun?”

he spun the

remember the way, sort of. I had walked this place more times than I cared to remember and while I had only visited the clinic once, the path was ingrained. Retracing the steps of

fired, missing my target and not by a small margin either. But before the guard could move

from my hands. “They will have heard inside and I may

because our aim is s**t,’

possession that the door was yanked open to reveal the male guard inside. Bastiaan acted quickly and rammed the butt of the gun in his face, hooking it around his neck and throwing him head-first into the concrete floor. I caught the door before it could close and lock us out, ducking

I gawked at the bloody, yet efficient,

fighting among wolves by my witty remarks alone,” he raised a

voice wobbled. “How dare you start

handcuffed to the hospital bed that grabbed my attention. It

his side, unbuckling his

cheeks rapidly, trying to get him to come around. Dried blood, and what appeared to be sand, clung to his skin and faint lines of healing slashes marked his torso. Like Diego next

to come around, his

but soft hand cupped my

up

slice marks sutured closed on his chest. “I came to from the sedative not long after our matches. I surprised the hell out of the guard and

fine. I walk it off,” my father tried to stand and dropped back down, his strength falling from

his back, hoping if I gave him just a second to catch his breath, we could try again.

followed Diego’s stitched-up wounds as Bastiaan set him free of the

no ordinary injuries. If they were, they would have shown some signs of healing, as my father’s had. This was done by

He’s a good guy, though, an Italian. He only fights to put

opponents?” I quickly tore the end of the tape with my teeth, smoothing it

attention and I missed his first move… I feel kinda bad. I shoulda let him win tonight,” he sighed and a huge dopey smile spread on his face as though he

“Woman?”

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