My Angel: The Tribrid Alpha’s Obsession
"Big words from a man trapped in my ward."
"Trapped?" I grin wider, my fangs flashing. "This little light show? It tickles."
The New Order members—eighteen of them, all in their stupid black-and-red robes—raise their sonic devices in unison.
The sound hits me like a hammer to the skull.
I double over with a grunt, pain exploding behind my eyes, my ears ringing. My bones vibrate like they're about to shatter, my vision going black.
It fucking burns.
I sway, gritting my teeth, fighting the pull at my consciousness.