Wolf's Claim (The Royal Heir #3) - Jen L. Grey Page 0,70

him onto his back.

A loud, piercing scream pulled my attention away. I looked up in just enough time to see Mason snapping the neck of my aunt before her body tumbled to the ground.

He flew past Tommy and Richard, who were still fighting, coming straight for me.

I stood on shaky legs as he pulled me into his arms, breathing me in.

"Are you hurt?" He pulled back, and his eyes widened in horror as he took in my bloody appearance.

"Most of this isn't mine." Yeah, that probably didn't sound very comforting. "Adelmo saved me."

"But you're injured." Mason didn't even care about the European king.

"Yeah, but it's healing." I used my right hand to point to the spot where Rose had cut me. "How long have I been here?"

"Two days." He spread the jagged edges of my shirt apart to look at the wound from the dagger. "Dammit, that bitch is going to burn."

I wanted to say let's just get out of here, but as long as she stayed alive, she'd always be hunting me. I was her obsession now.

"Where is everyone?" I'd expected to see more than those three.

"Agnes and the other witches are looking for Rose." He reached down to the cuffs and lifted them.

"Here." Tommy reared back and punched Richard hard in the face, causing him to fall to the ground unconscious. "I bet he has the keys." Tommy reached down and pulled a small set of keys from my cousin’s pocket. "One of these should unlock them." He tossed the keys to Mason as he rushed over to Louis and his father.

"How is he doing?" I glanced over at them as I held my wrists out for Mason.

"He's losing a lot of blood." Tommy stood and ripped his black shirt off and tore it in half. "We need to tie this tight around his abdomen. Have to stop the bleeding."

"Okay." Louis lifted his dad upright as Tommy wrapped Adelmo's torso. Once he put his father back on the ground, Tommy leaned over and adjusted the material so he had it tied over the areas where the bullet wound was on both sides. "We need to make sure no one else gets down here."

Lighter footsteps pounded down the stairs as my wrists were finally freed. "Someone is coming."

"It's Ella." Louis glanced at the door as my best friend came through. Her eyes widened when she took in Adelmo, and then they landed on me. "Oh, thank God." She ran over to me but stopped short when she saw I was covered in blood. "How are you standing?"

"Most of it is his." I still couldn't get over how King Adelmo had saved me. "He saved my life."

"We need to get them out of here." Mason unlocked my ankles and stood beside me. "She needs to heal and rest." We can't have you fighting with our baby inside you.

His words made my heart flutter even more. I wanted to argue. How could I ask anyone of them to fight for me when I wasn't willing to? Yet, this was about more than me. I'd already gone through so much stress, and I couldn't risk losing her. Fine, but I don't like it.

Of course you don't. He leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. But you've got precious cargo on board.

"We've got to get him out of here before someone else comes down and finds us." The first thing Rose is going to do when she’s able is to check on me.

"She's right." Mason headed to the door. "I'll make sure it's clear while you five come upstairs." Soon, I heard his footsteps moving farther away.

"I'll go next." I opened the door and pointed at Ella. "Hold this for them, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." She took my place as I passed through.

The steps weren't anything like I expected they'd be. They were made of stone, and water dripped from the cracks in the foundation. When we reached the top of the stairs, there was a large, heavy, wooden door. "What the hell type of place is this?" My voice echoed along the walls. "It looks like something from way back in the olden times."

"It's an old, huge-ass mansion." A loud creak sounded as Mason pushed the door open.

I followed after him, and as I stepped onto the old wood floor, it groaned under my weight. How old is this place?

Over a hundred and fifty years old. Mason ran down the hall, and it was unnerving because we didn’t cross paths with anyone.

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