The Girl He Marked by Laila Callaway

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. 

head and close my eyes,

as my breath comes out in ragged

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

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

you okay?‘ | ask, reaching out to touch him. He pulls

let‘s get out of here, he replies, his

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

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

he turns to face me, a panicked look on his face. The rogue takes the op portunity to launch himself

about my age, her eyes are hard and empty. She glares at me, a vicious sneer on her

must have injured her

behind me and my head snaps over to where he is, pinned down by two rogues. Fear slices through me and I attempt to

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