Page 130 of Scaled Daddy's Secret Heir
Batons strike his ribs, his thigh, the back of his knee.
Not his head.
Never his head.
He fights them anyway.
God help them, hefights.
He takes one man down with a headbutt, snaps another’s wrist so clean I hear it break.
But then a restraint collar slams around his neck.
Another clamps his wrists behind his back.
Another his ankles.
Electric current surges through him.
Not enough to knock him out.
Just enough to take his legs.
He drops to one knee with a guttural sound that rips my chest open.
“KALEV!”
A man yanks Clancy out of my arms.
I shriek like something feral.
“No no no no—PLEASE—he’s a child—he’s just a child?—!”
Clancy is sobbing, screaming my name, reaching for me.
“MAMA! MAMA!”
I launch myself after him.
They slam me into the wall.
Hard.
Stars explode behind my eyes.
A needle punches into my neck.
Cold.
Fire.
My limbs go heavy.
I slide down the wall, still clawing for my son.
“Don’t take him—don’t—he’s not part of this?—!”
The handler steps through the doorway like he’s entering a quiet office.
