Chapter Twenty three

VALERIAN’S POV

Sophia leaped, halfway across the room before the door even hit the wall. I was in a blink of time behind her, leaping for the opposite corner.

There was a large bed in the room, two thin and bloody bodies on it, and two shifters were on the other side, huddled in corners, guns in hand.

I saw the male's fire, time slowed and the bright flash of a shotgun was aimed in my direction.

I felt the silver shot graze my ribs but I ignored it, the pain negligible and I forgot about the minor injury as his clawed hands sank knuckle-deep into the man's torso and arms.

My weight crushed the male under him, squishing him in the corner, the gun dropped to the floor as the man's arms broke.

Valerian lifted the man and rotated on my heels, throwing the semi-naked man towards the door, the space there clear of any furniture. The man hit the wall hard, and lay limply, alive but badly injured. I sniffed at him scornfully and turned my head in time to see Sophia pinning her target to the