Queen of Quarantine (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #4) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,22

asked, a smirk lifting the corner of my lips as I backed up further, taking one of the cigarettes from my mouth and preparing to flick it towards the puddles of fuel beneath the cars I'd sabotaged.

It was like car dominoes. I'd lined them all up, primed them to blast and now they were gonna go boom one after another. The fire alarms would automatically activate, the doors would pop open and hey presto - four demons would be granted entry into the tower that held our queen. So help anyone who tried to stand between us and her then.

"Three," Blake obliged, sounding excited. "Two. One-"

I flicked the cigarette towards the puddle of gasoline and turned to run, keeping my head low as I expected the explosion to tear through the cars in a matter of moments.

I sprinted to the bottom of the exit ramp and paused as the deadly ring of silence told me I'd managed to fuck that up. Nice work, asshole.

"What's going on?" Monroe asked over the comm.

"Did you fuck it up?" Saint snarled.

"Fuck you," I tossed back, tilting my head to one side and seeing the lit cigarette on the ground a few inches away from the puddle of fuel. "Give me a sec, my aim was off."

I started back towards the row of cars, my boots heavy across the concrete as I raised a hand to my lips for the second cigarette. But before I could take hold of it, the one on the ground began to roll and my eyes widened in alarm a second before it managed to find the puddle of fuel.

A whoosh of heat swept over me before I even heard the almighty boom of the car exploding and I was thrown right off of my feet and hurled back towards the exit ramp.

My back collided with the concrete and by some miracle, I managed not to hit my head as I kept my hands locked over it. Three more explosions rocked the building as the other cars I'd sabotaged followed the first into a fiery death and I rolled over, shielding my head as best I could as lumps of mangled metal slammed down all around me and agony spilled through my body.

"Fuck," I groaned, the cigarette falling from my lips as I pushed myself to my hands and knees. That had hurt like a motherfucker, but I was alive which meant I had more important things to do than lay here crying about a few cuts and bruises.

The fire alarm burst to life, ringing loudly as the sprinklers suspended above the cars kicked into action too and I forced myself up to my feet.

My head spun and my back flared with agony, but I was up which meant I was going to keep moving.

The others were all speaking over the comm, but my ears were ringing so much from the explosion that they were nothing more than a jumble of noise to me. They were probably freaking out over me, but I wasn’t the one who they needed to focus on.

I grunted something which I wasn't even certain formed words as I started moving as fast as my battered body would take me. I needed to meet them at the fire escape and get inside that building. Nothing else mattered. Nothing.

Just my girl who was waiting up there for me to prove my worth to her. And I’d do it. Even if it killed me.

T he fire alarm blared in my ears after an explosion had rocked the entire foundations of the building. Excitement rushed through me and made me as happy as a damn rainbow. There was only one explanation for it. Well, four actually. Four devils whose souls were linked to mine so deeply that it defied all logic. I thumbed the wedding band on my finger, sensing my connection to Kyan in the depths of the gleaming skull’s eyes. It was the ring of a heathen’s wife and the bastards in this lab should have thought to run for their lives the moment they saw it. It had been their one and only warning. And now time had run out and they were all marked by the creatures of the night creeping in their back door.

Jonas guarded me like a dog, pacing back and forth as he texted his colleagues and got no answers. The light on his phone swung across the floor as he walked, paying me no attention while I eyed his creepy facial