CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I tried to pull away from Kate to help Miller, but she held on so tight that I looked back at her. “Get me out of here!” There were spots of blood on her face now, competing with the freckles. Her eyes were wide with terror and I couldn’t blame her, but I couldn’t let Miller bleed to death either. The spray had slowed to that thick pumping that will bleed you out in minutes. Prescott was there kneeling beside Miller; she started packing the wound to try to slow down the blood.

She yelled, “Help me move him!”

I wasn’t sure who she was yelling at until another male nurse came and helped drag Miller to safety, or as much safety as he could have now. I prayed that they’d be able to save his life.

“Your turn, cunt,” the demon said.

Kate looked at me with her pale, blood-splattered face and said, “Havoc, help me.”

I don’t know what I would have said, because her body jerked in my grip. The demon had grabbed her other arm. I almost let her go—I didn’t want to see her arm torn away like Miller’s—but she dug her fingers into me.

“Don’t you dare let go!”

The demon pulled harder, but I held on and she held on tighter than both of us. The demon and I were playing tug-of-war and there was really no way for me to win.