Chapter 471: Alone With A Monster

The last thing Violet ever imagined was sprinting buck-naked through the woods, dodging branches and praying she didn’t die with no clothes on.

They hadn’t given her a second to breathe, let alone dress. One minute, she and Griffin were lying together, warm and safe, and the next, they were running for their lives.

She didn’t know whether to be terrified or oddly grateful that no gunmen had caught up to her yet. Maybe they were far away, or maybe she was just their prey, meant to tire herself out before the real hunt began.

Violet had no idea where she was, nor how to find the others. And if those bastards found her first, unless her unpredictable power decided to show up, she was fucking screwed!

Still, more than fear for herself, it was Griffin she couldn’t stop thinking about. The only thing keeping her from losing her mind was the bond pulsing in her chest. He was still alive.

But for how long?

Violet heard the distant roar of rushing water and she veered toward it on trembling legs and lungs that were on fire. She broke through the treeline and found a quiet pool tucked between the rocks with no one in sight. The moment she saw the water, her body gave up the fight.

She dropped to her knees and cupped handfuls into her mouth, drinking greedily. Her throat burned and her chest heaved but the cold water soothed her.

But even through the haze of thirst, something prickled at the edges of her senses.

Danger.

Every instinct she had screamed run.

She shot upright, ready to bolt, then cried out as something sharp struck her foot. Violet gasped, staggering backward, reaching down only to find a dart lodged in her skin.

A tranquilizer.

"Oh, no..."

a cold numbness spread up her leg. She dragged her

pain flashing bright before the world tilted sideways. She ripped the dart out, but the weakness was spreading fast. Her limbs had already turned to lead and her

rock and dirt. She couldn’t move

footsteps approached her. Violet tried to lift her head to see who it was, but failed

Henry Nightshade.

Violet’s blood ran cold.

God, no.

stepped into the clearing like a nightmare made flesh. His boots crunched the leaves

he drawled, voice slick with amusement. "Finally, just the two

clenched. But even the rage that burned in her blood was no match for

she bit out, each word gritted between

examining it like a trophy. "Gift from an old

doctor. What does he want with her? Was it because she got

pounded harder as Henry crouched beside her, close enough for her to

gun lightly. "This one’s special. You’ll stay wide awake and be painfully aware for every single

Her skin crawled.

down her body with perverse slowness. At that point, Violet wanted to scream, to claw his eyes out, to disappear into the forest. But all she could do was lie there exposed and burning

in you," he murmured, his smile turning sleazy. Then he leaned

he

the cold. That sick glint that told her exactly what kind

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