Page 239 of Claim Me
"What the fuck did you do?!" Marcel whines out, and for the first time his voice sounds uneasy, fear showing in his eyes, and I realize that at this point the only thing standing between the success of his plan and total failure is the gun in his hand aimed at my head, but then unexpectedly he shifts it and points it at Edgar.
"Put the cable back on, or I’ll blow your head off, you traitor," he says, but Edgar forces out,
"I would, but I can’t, Marcel."
"Why the fuck not?"
"Because I can’t move, I don’t have control over my own hand!" Edgar whimpers, his voice breaking.
Understanding flashes in Marcel's eyes as he slowly turns his head toward Blue, who has a faint, strange smile on his face.
Whatever just happened gave Blue the ‘massive advantage’ he once mentioned.
This is our window, but what matters even more is Marcel’s reaction, because I can see the decision forming in him in a split second, and for all his arrogance he’s not stupid.
He understands that me with freed legs plus Edgar no longer following orders and unable to help means the balance has shifted to our side, and he is about to force it back.
My 5-sec ability is running at full capacity.
And I see it in a vision: Marcel snaps his arm toward Blue and fires, the shot hitting his temple and killing him instantly, just like that, without hesitation, without mercy.
I can see the majestic electrical discharge that breaks loose between me and Blue as our souls get separated again, the powerful current of electricity cutting Marcel and Edgar in half, as we both die, we take those two with us too…
Obviously, I can’t let that happen.
Marcel is standing about six and a half feet away from me, close to a large window with thin, narrow panes, and if I want to stop him I have to put everything I have into this move, all my strength and speed.
Being an alpha means my movements are several times faster than those of an omega.
I slam into him with the full force of my body, nearly twice his weight, and carried by that momentum we both crash straight through the glass.
I know exactly what is going to happen, how I need to position myself to avoid injury, and what is waiting for us below, as my vision becomes a precise tool again, stretching under stress to nearly ten seconds.
The fall doesn’t last long since we are only on the first floor, but we do not land on pavement, instead we hit the hood of a car, a sleek limousine that, by Fate’s choice, is rolling slowly down the narrow alley between two warehouses.
Perfect timing.
We slam into the hood with a loud impact, the sheet metal bending under us, and even though it is only a drop of about thirteen feet, it hits Marcel much harder than it hits me.
He takes the impact on his back and head, the full force slamming into him, and my body drives into him on top of that, amplifying it even more, and I hear that sharp, sickening crack of something breaking inside his spine.
His eyes are wide open, locked on mine, and a strained, broken sound escapes his throat.
"Fuck. I lost."
For a moment I almost feel something like pity, seeing him like this, small and helpless under my weight, his beautiful face slack as he stares up at the sky.
"It's hard to win with Blue."
"I lost with you."
"Oh, Marcel," I whisper. "You could have been someone, you know that? But you wasted it."
Marcel exhales quietly, his voice barely audible.
"Lowen was right. You were the one variable I couldn't quantify, and the only one that mattered…"
Then he closes his eyes.
