Chapter 7 · Someone Beat Us Here

"Your mom saved my life once." Kael's words are still ringing in my ears when we hit the underground garage three floors below his penthouse. "So now I'm supposed to believe you?"

"No." He tosses me a kevlar vest from the trunk of a black SUV. "You're supposed to keep your head down and let me handle the guard."

I catch the vest. It's too big. "The guard who sold you out to Selene Crowe?"

"That's the one."

"And you think he's just gonna tell us where Milo is because you ask nicely?"

Kael slams the trunk. The sound bounces off concrete pillars. "I don't ask nicely."

He's wearing black tactical gear now, not the blood-soaked shirt from an hour ago. The curse mark on his neck is darker. Spreading. It looks like someone took a branding iron and dragged it from his collarbone to his jaw.

I strap the vest on over my tank top. My wrist is still burning where he grabbed me upstairs.