Brynna (Stone Society) - Faith Gibson Page 0,43

for the pain of falling several feet with no way to catch herself. She landed hard, but instead of meeting concrete, she landed on the other woman. It still hurt like hell with the way her arms were pinned behind her, but at least she hadn’t broken any bones, namely her neck.

After resting a few minutes, Brynna rolled off the woman and scooted backward until she could reach the knife, pulling it from the sheath at the woman’s thigh. It took several tries to angle the weapon the right way, but Brynna managed to get it under the rope around her left arm. There was no way for her not to cut herself, but Brynna ignored the pain as she sliced both the rope and her arm. Blood dripped down her skin onto the knife, making the hilt slippery, but Brynna held on until she was free from the rope. She had just cut through all the bindings and stood when a man’s voice called out.

“Sphynx, what the fuck is taking so long?”

Brynna tested the weight of the knife and threw it, end over end, burying it into the man’s chest as soon as he cleared the door. His eyes widened before he looked down. When he raised his head, the man noticed his partner on the ground, and his face morphed from one of shock to one of rage. Brynna didn’t want to be on the other end of the same knife, so she charged the man. Still weak from the drugs, she called on her Gargoyle. The man pulled the knife from his chest, but before he could come at her, Brynna gripped his wrist, snapping it. The man howled, but he didn’t let the broken bones stop him from swinging with his other fist.

Brynna ducked, coming at him with an uppercut to the jaw. His head jerked back, and before he could recover, she snapped a front kick to his nuts. Groaning, the man grabbed his balls with his good hand, bending over. Brynna brought her knee up into his jaw, and the man fell onto his ass. She picked up the knife and shoved him backward, straddling his chest, knife to his throat.

“Who sent you?”

“Fuck you,” he seethed.

“Wrong answer.” Brynna pressed the tip of the knife into his skin above the pulsing artery that would bleed out if she were to slice it open. When he didn’t respond, Brynna dug the weapon deeper, and blood ran down his neck, disappearing under the collar of his shirt. “I’ve already disposed of your partner. You have one last chance before I slice your throat. Who sent you?”

“Fuck. You.” The male bucked, doing his best to dislodge Brynna from his chest. He was as large as Banyan, and he managed to throw her off balance. Being Goyle, she was quicker than the human. When he lunged for her knife hand, Brynna rolled out of the way, coming to rest on the balls of her feet.

“I’m going to enjoy tying you back up. This time, I’m going to play with you. I don’t care what my orders were.” The man grabbed his junk, snarling.

Brynna held her left hand out, palm up, and gave him the come-and-get-me gesture. Her years of martial arts training allowed Brynna to find her center as she waited. The man separated his feet, left foot forward, and she studied his body language, waiting for whatever type of attack he was contemplating. His right foot came forward, and Brynna dropped again, slicing the blade across the back of his knee. Screaming, the man went down hard on the concrete. She didn’t give herself time to think about whether or not it was self-defense before stalking up behind him and slashing the blade across the man’s neck.

Brynna stepped back, waiting. He fell to his side, hands clasped around the slash in his throat. She waited some more. When his body was completely still, Brynna limped over to where the dead woman – Sphynx – was. Who the hell were these people? Was Sphynx a code name? It had to be. But that didn’t fit with what she knew of Drago and the other Greeks. They wouldn’t send humans to kidnap her or take her out. The woman wasn’t quite as tall as Brynna, but her clothes would have to do. After stripping the battle gear, Brynna donned the black pants and T-shirt. She had no choice but to wear the boots, which wouldn’t fit properly.

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