The Girl He Marked

Chapter 14

Jayce pulls out his gun and cocks it, ready to fire at any threat.

him.

‘They‘ve obviously seen the car, they know we‘re here, I‘ll find somewhere safe for you whilsi I go say

hello,’ he says, a malicious grin on his face but no trace of humor in his voice.

I open my mouth to tell him to stay here with me, but the doors open and any words I‘m about to say

fall silent on my tongue. I watch with wide eyes as he checks both sides of the corridor and then steps

out onto the floor. He gestures for me to step out as well, despite him having already checked, I look

down both ways of the corridor. He opens a door nearby, a janitor‘s closet, and checks that it‘s safe. I

step inside and he pauses by the door.

Tll be back soon, don‘t make a sound,‘ he says, he gives me one final look before closing the door, leav

ing me alone. I exhale a shaky breath and slide down to the ground, wrapping my arms around my

legs.

You‘re going to be fine.

I repeat the mantra in my head and close my eyes, I attempt to convince myself that everything will be

in rate as my breath comes out in ragged bursts.

What seems like an hour later, but must only be a few minutes, the door opens, I panic for a second but

then my eyes land on Jayce‘s beautiful face and I feel an indescribable sense of comfort.

My relief does not last long as my gaze drops to the maroon blood gushing from a wound in his arm.

His hand is over the wound, but the blood is seeping between his fingers and down his wrist.

‘Oh my God! Are you okay?‘ | ask, reaching out to touch him. He pulls away sharply, and I struggle to

hide my hurt.

I‘m fine, just a scrape, let‘s get out of here, he replies, his voice snappy and gruff.

I remain silent as I notice the blood–stained handprint on the door handle. We walk down the hall and I

watch him in my peripherals. The wound is still bleeding heavily but Jayce looks okay, only slightly

pale. Before I can even take another step, a gunshot resonates down the hall. I duck instinctively, as

does Jayce, but he places himself in front of me. I‘m startled by his protective instinct, but very grateful

for it.

He fires a couple of rounds at a man dressed in dark clothing at the end of the corridor. I‘m so focused

on the rogue in front that a frenzied scream escapes me as someone grabs my hair and drags me back

ward. My hands instinctively reach up to try and pull the person‘s hands out of my hair. They continue

to drag me backward down the hall along the cold, tiled floors. I scream again, digging my nails into

their hands, drawing blood.

My scream distracts Jayce, he turns to face me, a panicked look on his face. The rogue takes the op

portunity to launch himself onto Jayce‘s back, knocking the both of them to the floor.

‘Get off of me!‘ I shout, twisting my body around so I‘m facing my attacker. The rogue must be about

my age, her eyes are hard and empty. She glares at me, a vicious sneer on her sallow face. I notice

that blood is trickling down her leg, from a gunshot wound on her thigh.

Jayce must have injured her earlier, good boy.

I hear Jayce groan behind me and my head snaps over to where he is, pinned down by two rogues.

Fear slices through me and I attempt to wriggle out of the girl‘s grip.

She drags me further down the hall, I kick and yell the whole time, my hands clawing at anything within

reach. Her arms are bare, revealing deep, long scratch marks from my nails. I struggle to get my feet

under neath me, as she keeps dragging me before I can stand up. I manage to push up off the wall and

the sec ond my feet touch the ground, I throw myself at her, my fingers instantly going for her eyes.

I push and scratch at her face, she squeals in pain as I attack her back. I jump back as she is pulled

out of my grasp by Jayce, he throws her against the wall and she drops to the floor, unconscious but

not dead. I lean back against the wall, getting my breath back now that Jayce has dealt with all the

rogues.

‘Are you okay?‘ He asks, his voice is husky and gruff. I take in his disheveled appearance; his arm is

bleeding heavily, and he looks unsteady.on his feet.

“I‘m fine, are you?” I ask, he nods and walks towards the exit. I follow him, keeping my eyes on him the

whole time.

Till drive, give me the keys,‘ I say, and he pauses for a moment, considering my command. He goes to This content is © NôvelDrama.Org.

take another step and falls against the wall; I rush over to him and grab his arm.

‘You‘ve lost a lot of blood, I‘m driving, I repeat, I take the keys out of his hands and for the first time, our

hands touch.

His body turns rigid, as though I‘ve electrocuted him or something. I glance up at him, confusion on my

face, but my eyes widen in shock as I feel spark–like tingles begin to buzz at the edge of my fingertips.

I stare down at our hands, barely touching around a set of car keys.

What the hell is going