Page 56 of Resurrection
“Is it magic?” She snorts and slaps a hand over her mouth. “Sorry, I know it’s not funny, but I can’t help it. Anyway, is it magic I’m smelling?”
“It would appear so, yes.”
“Can you smell it?” With an arched eyebrow, she jams her hands on her hips.
“No.”
“Great! A freak among monsters.” Shaking her head, she turns around in a circle before stopping and facing me again. “Will this trait help to stop the asshole before he brings the hotel down on top of our heads?”
Two more hits rock the walls, sending bricks and furniture flying in the air around us. Ignoring the daylight streaming through the gaping holes that are rapidly growing, I grab April in my arms and bolt for the stairway. Clouds of smoke bellow around us, even after I push us both in the blessed darkness.
“Oh, my God, you are smoking.” April frantically pats my chest and arms, making me wince when her fingers touch the tender skin trying to heal from the sun’s rays. “What the hell is the matter with you?” Grunting, I can’t hide the shock when she punches me right in the sternum.
“I will not have you harmed.” Growling at her, I catch her fist in my hand when she swings at my head.
“I can walk in the sun, you idiot.” Seething, she is trembling in rage. “You, on the other hand, will turn into a lump of roasted meat!”
“I didn’t know you cared so much.” Smirking at her, I hide how her words spread warmth through my chest.
“I don’t.” Snapping, she yanks her hand back. “I’d just rather deal with your know-it-all ass than the Council right now. That’s all.”
“Right.” Chuckling, I wink at her, making her bristle. She’s beautiful when she’s angry.
“Oh, you…”
Her angry words are cut off when two explosions shock the hotel, and the building collapses on top of us.
Chapter Fifty-Four
APRIL
I think that my bones have bones because I feel the pain of all of them breaking. If that wasnot enough, the excruciating pain of everything healing back together and returning to its rightful place finally makes me blackout. Not enough to go unconscious. I’m not that lucky. I can still hear the shouts and muffled words somewhere above the roof and stairs covering my body. So I wait. I know I’ll eventually crawl out of this grave they made for me, but I need my arms for that, and by the way my fingers are twitching uncontrollably I know they are not healed yet.
I really need a break,I think to myself while grinding my teeth so I don’t cry out in pain. Crushed pieces of brick sting my eyes when I try to open them. Blinking profusely, I let the tears run down the sides of my face in hopes it’ll clear the stubby little bastards before I go blind.
“She is under there, dig.” Sebastian’s deep voice snaps from somewhere above me.
Of course, he is already out. I don’t doubt the broken building even bowed to the arrogant ass while moving away from him. Sometimes, I honestly believe that even the ground he is walking on is in awe of his presence. That’s just the aura hehas surrounding him, and it leaves the rest of us following like puppets.
Funny how my mind decides to concentrate on stupid things just to avoid thinking about the pain.
“April?” This time it’s Marcus, and he sounds like he is right next to me.
Delirious from the agony from my mending bones, I snicker, imagining all three of them standing on top of broken pieces of the building with smoke billowing around them while they slowly burn alive. The gruesome thought snaps my eyes open, and ignoring the crushed rock and hurt, I curl my arms at my chest and start pushing on the concrete wall pressing me down.
“No!” The scream sounds like it’s in my head thanks to the tiny pocket of air I have available around me. “Run! Don’t die because of me. I’ll get myself out.”
“She’s here.” Marcus sounds excited.
“Of course I’m here, jackass. Get away from the sun.” I think my right arm is not healed yet because I feel the bone ripping into a muscle when I push on the flat wall. “If my arms heal awkwardly, I’m going to bring your ass to life just so I can kill you myself.”
The wall flies off me, and I blink stupidly, wondering if the panic has given me enough strength to fling it away one-handed. Of course it is the Sire asshole looking down at me with worry in his dark eyes who removed it. My idea to look like a badass goes down the drain when I forget about the still broken arm, and I use it to lift myself up. With a pathetic yowl, I drop back down, cradling it to my chest.
“She’s fine,” Sebastian says dryly, pissing me off. “Even more stubborn than ever.”
I glare at him. He smirks.
“At least your ass is not on fire. Unfortunately.”
