“Uh-oh,” Simon mocked me with a snicker. “Did someone lose all her magic? What a shame... I wonder if that means you can die now? Guess we’ll soon find out, where you’re going.”
“What have you done?” I gasped out, feeling frightened tears pricking at my eyes. The only thing keeping me sane was the feeling of Wesley’s reassuring gaze on me. We’d gotten out of worse before, right? We’d do it again.
“You didn’t think we would capture supernaturals without some way of neutering their magic, did you? Fuck, Kit. We’re evil, not stupid.” Simon snorted and stepped out of the way, allowing my guards to drag me out of the hotel suite.
On instinct I struggled, wrenching my arm from one of the men’s gloved grip and throwing an elbow into the other’s gut. But the sickening crunch of something hard slamming into Wesley’s head made me freeze.
I turned to look back at him, just in time to see his unconscious form crumple between his guards, a line of blood running down his forehead where they’d just slammed him into the wall.
“That’s it, Foxy Girl,” Simon purred. “Always so pliable when there is an innocent to save.”
The fight drained from my limbs, and my vision spotted as I allowed myself to be dragged into the service elevator, all the while praying an employee might see us. Instead, all I heard was the maniacal laughter of the boy I’d once considered family.