Page 10 of Cold Foot King
The trigger was pulled, and another slash of pain drove through her upper arm.
Tranqs. Tranquilizers. Katrina’s legs stopped working like someone had flipped a switch. She hit the ground hard and slid the last ten feet to the shooter.
A strange tingling sensation prickled through her arms, and her body froze. She had no control!
The man knelt, gripped her hair in the back, pulled her face up, and examined it. “Lucia said she’ll have the traitor scar now. She saw Rook do it. This is her. This is Katrina.”
“Who the fuck is this?” a woman asked.
Raynah couldn’t answer. She was staring straight back at Katrina, her pupils blown.
“She has a baby,” Katrina whispered, slurring. “Don’t hurt her. Take me.”
“You don’t get to choose who we take,” the woman barked out. “Who is she?”
“Raynah F…f…”
The guy slapped her cheek a couple times. “Name!”
“Raynah Furrow. Croc shhhh…”
“Crocodile shifter?” the man asked.
Someone was on a radio, asking questions about Raynah Furrow, when a deafening roar rattled the earth under her.
“Oh my God,” the man said, standing slowly and lifting his tranquilizer gun. “Did Lucia say anything about him?”
“She just said Katrina would be at this exit. Nothing about these two,” a woman answered.
“He’s going to get out of that vent. Take the croc, let’s go!”
The sound of destruction was so loud, but she couldn’t turn her head far enough to see what King was doing.
“What is he to you?” the man asked, dragging her body upward.
“Mmmm…” Her vocal cords weren’t working right. If she could get it out, she could save him. These people seemed to care. About what, she didn’t know, but they weren’t trying to kill her.
“Tell us fast. The dragon’s coming.”
“Mmmmm.” Shoot, she couldn’t get it out!
Her body was jostled roughly, and she was thrown in the back of the Hummer next to Raynah, who was still staring at nothing. Her eyes weren’t green anymore. They were black from her dilated pupils.
“He’s coming! Wreck! Don’t!”
Wreck?Oh my God! Wreck?
“Who is he?” a woman asked from beside her. She was looking out the back window.
Just lie. Say it so they don’t kill him.
“Mmm…mate.”
“Fuck.” She pulled the radio up to her lips. “Katrina is dragging a gorilla.”
The radio crackled, and then a voice came over the other side. “Which one?”
“K…k…”