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asked.
    “ Ground floor. Foyer doors. We are five feet away, so don’t blow us up for fuck sake.”
    “ Righty oh, ” Quill replied.
    Within seconds, a loud blast sounded , throwing Ben off balance and giving Kilter the opportunity he needed. He changed his aim from the she-bastard, who had disappeared at the end of the corridor, and hit the baldheaded Neanderthal in the chest. He went crashing into the opposite wall. Wouldn’t kill him instantly, but he deserved a slow agonizing death. Besides, this place was laced with Quill’s explosives.
    The foyer doors suddenly exploded, metal frame and glass shattering in all directions. Nice timing , Quill, he thought.
    “Go. Door. Now,” Kilter shouted as another blast shook the ground. He pushed her ahead of him as he turned to cover their backs. His ability was recuperating from all the code boxes he’d tampered with, so he shot off three rounds in the direction of the stairwell, but the Lilac was nowhere in sight.
    Time to go .
    He dove for the door a nd burst out into the daylight.
    His feet skidded to a halt.
    Mr. Pompous-ass husband stood with his hands in a chokehold around Rayne’s neck. Her lips quivered and were turning blue as she struggled for breath. Give me a break . Her eyes bulged, and her feet dangled inches off the ground. Slim fingers tore at Anton’s vicious death hold, but her husband ignored the scratches.
    It was the trickle of blood slipping from the corner of her mouth that sent his fury into final overdrive. White -hot flashes ignited as he struggled to contain the instinct to leap on her husband. He felt Quill’s voice inside him trying to soothe the rage, but he ignored him as he went into destructive mode.
    There was one choice.
    In a single flash, he reached in his boot for his backup knife and threw it without a second thought. It hit its mark, directly in the upper arm that was holding Rayne’s throat, inches away from her ear. Pompous-butt screamed in pain at the same time as waif-girl sucked in gasps of air and fell to her knees.
    “ Quill, get your butt over here and get this chick out of this hellhole, ” Kilter said.
    “You won’t get away with this,” Anton shouted, holding hi s arm. “She will come after—”
    He ran at Anton, jumping over Rayne and then pounding his fist into Anton’s face. He smiled hearing the crack of bone as it made contact with his nose. A human was no match for him, even one as muscular as Pompous Ass Piranha King. Hand to hand, a Senses was ten times stronger.
    He homed in on any movement around them, but oddly, it was quiet except for Quill’s explosions going off. He shoved his fist repeatedly into Piranha’s face. Blood splattered his chest and knuckles. A blind rage tore through his insides at the image of Rayne dangling, eyes wide with horror, lips trembling. What the hell had she been living through here? What had her husband done to her? He wanted to destroy the bastard and tear him limb from limb.
    “Kilter, out now!” Quill grabbed his arm and pulled him off the wheezing husband. “We have two minutes before this place turns into an erupting volcano.”
    Kilter roared at the interruption. He wanted to finish him off. The sick bastard deserved to die by his hand for what he did to the girl.
    “Kilter, let’s go. If he’s not already dead , he will be.” Quill slammed his hand into his back, pushing him away from the huddled body on the ground.
    Kilter growled low and deadly and took a step towards the motionless form when he heard the soft shuffling of feet behind him. He turned his wild eyes on the girl who was ready to dash from him at any second. She met his crazed murderous eyes and began to back away. It took him four strides to seize her ar m and jolt her to a dead stop.
    “Kilter,” Quill warned.
    He ignored the objection and grabbed her hand, placing the knife in it. “Finish him.”
    Her eyes shifted to her husband lying in a pool of blood. “I . . . I can’t.”
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