With one last look of anguish, Creed laid his brother’s head gently to the floor closing his dead-blue eyes with his a calloused hand and stood. His muscles twitched and vibrated with a fury previously unknown to man or meta.
Without a word he ran from the room, crashed through the double doors and bolted down the corridor toward the stairs leading to the bottom floor. Farrow was right at his heels, gun drawn and ready for battle.
Chapter 47 Welcome to Meg’s World
The soldiers were dragging Meg down a corridor into a room. She fought all five of them with every breath of her being.
They’d never dealt with a meta as powerful as her and they were struggling.
Even though her hands and ankles were bound, she seemed to exude power. The air around her vibrated with raw fury.
Beads of sweat were slipping down the temples of the soldier who dared shoot the bed of the baby minutes before.
“Damn it!” that soldier screamed, “she’s just a girl. Secure her!”
One of the five who was holding her by the waist yelled, “She’s already laid out two men. Hell if I know how she did it, but…Laz, she’s one strong bitch!”
Meg’s mind raced. Laz, part of her brain processes. Laz, as in Lazerus? The man brought back from the dead?
She didn’t allow herself a moment’s reprieve. She focused every ounce of her energies, both physical and emotional into knocking out the men surrounding her.
Her extreme heightened emotions were on the attack and though she didn’t know exactly how she was able to do it, she found if a soldier’s hands touched her bare skin, she could stare into their souls and send them waves of emotion, latched around them one at a time, and fed them the most desperate, heart-wrenching feelings.
Whatever she was doing, it was working.
They were reeling from her like she’d struck them with a steel crow bar in the gut.
She’d never done this before, but the more fury she felt, the more powerful her emotions crashed around those who dared touch her.
Laz had yet to try to lay a hand on her again since she sent him the first burst of fury coupled with her head-butt, resulting in his broken nose. He was having his soldiers manhandle her as he walked beside the groaning, grunting mass of soldiers.
Instinctively, she stopped struggling and locked eyes with Laz. She poured her emotional strength into the connection. It only took a moment.
“Stop,” he called to his underlings fighting to maintain hold on the female.
They were breathing hard, and though she knew she could keep picking them off, one-by-one, she had a better idea.
Laz stared at her deep, dark-eyes. The sheen of sweat forming on her brow was beautiful beneath the wild dark curls of her hair that had escaped her previously tight pony-tail. The silver duct tape gripped the soft skin around her mouth, but all he could see was her black pools staring into his soul.
Meg stood rock still, as though not bound by anything. Her chest was heaving causing the pulse in her sweat-sheened throat to thrum hypnotically. Her small frame commanded the attention of everyone—especially Laz.
The other soldiers loosened their grip slightly as their leader, Laz, approached. His eyes never left hers. Blood was still seeping from the broken nose she’d given him minutes before, but he seemed inexplicably mesmerized and oblivious.
The soldiers felt a wave of relief when Laz stood inches from their captive. Something deep in their skin told them to let go of the girl. Their need to acquiesce was hypnotically obeyed by all.
Meg watched Laz’s pupils dilate more with each step until they looked black instead of their unusual turquoise.
Without a word, and just a few feet from the room he had been ordered to take the girl, he reached to the duct tape securing her gag and gently pulled it off.
Meg licked her dry lips slowly and swallowed deliberately, aware Laz was drinking in every movement.
Laz watched her wet, pink tongue. His eyes were transfixed.
Meg’s focus was solely on the lead soldier. She heard her voice say, “That’s right. Perfect, Laz. Tell the others to leave. I want to be alone with you.”
Without removing his eyes from the dark-eyed beauty, he waved to the others dismissively. “Leave us. I’ll take it from here.”
The other metasoldiers scowled briefly before he barked his order more adamantly.
“Leave us!” he yelled at them, eyes never leaving the girl’s.
The five other soldiers slowly backed away.
“Tell them to let Dr. Williams know I am secured and very much in your possession.” Meg cooed softly enough for only Laz to hear.
Without missing a beat, Laz barked the order verbatim to the others.
Glad to be done with the female wildcat, the others turned tail and hurried back down the corridor from which they came.
“That’s right. I’m all yours now, Laz,” Meg coaxed.
Her concentration was intense. She never let go of the soldier’s eyes. With her will, she commanded him to touch her.
Even as she thought it, his hand reached up and held her shoulder.