hurt myself with. The cameras overhead tracked my movements.
Drake opened the door himself, instead of sending a minion. His smile was bigger than normal. “You know how this works, Melanie. You try anything and I taser you and toss you right back in here…and then you can piss yourself.”
“Yeah, that’s what I call room service.”
I waited for him to step aside and then headed down the corridor to the bathroom at the far end. Halfway to the bathroom, the corridor intersected with another one. To the right was the way up toward the rooms where the Daelius men were staying. And to the left was the unknown. The ever-present thrumming of the generators vibrated through the ceiling. From what I could tell, we were hundreds of feet below the lowest level of Ice Harbor Dam, in a collection of rooms and corridors that weren’t on the plans. Drake was so close behind me that I could smell his breath and cologne.
“You’ve got a sweet little ass, and that’s for sure.”
Drake grabbed me from behind and squeezed. I ignored him and darted ahead into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me. The walls and floor were tiled, and there were no windows—not that a window would reveal anything except more concrete.
“Don’t take too long, sweetie.” Drake’s voice rumbled and echoed off the walls.
I sat down in the far stall and rested my head in my hands. I took my time and tried to relax and get my breathing under control. When I had finished, I went to the sink and washed my hands.
I heard him open the door behind me. I whirled around and backed against the wall between the two sinks. Drake shut the door behind him and showed his teeth.
“How about a little fuck?”
The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and I felt my skin grow hot. My hands tingled as I felt the energy build up. “Don’t make me hurt you.”
Drake laughed, took two steps across the room, and ripped my shirt open, exposing my breasts. Buttons flew everywhere. He pinned me against the wall with his body and stuck his hand down the front of my pants. “You’re a healer…remember? And you want me. Don’t pretend you don’t.”
“I’m warning you.” I gasped as he unzipped his pants and grabbed my left breast.
“Oh you’re gonna like this, little girl. I’m going to give it to you good.”
I reached down and grabbed his dick with one hand and put my other on his shoulder.
“That’s better.” Drake lowered his lips toward mine. His brown eyes were full of malice and excitement. His dark hair was greased into spikes. His odor made me retch.
“Pain.” I willed the energy down through my body and into my hands, like I always did. I felt the power pushing from behind my eyes. And then my rage took hold. I remembered the men and what they had done to me. How they had used me. How they had hurt me. The green glow surrounding me turned crimson. Drake screamed and tried to pull away. I squeezed tighter. My fingers sank into his shoulder, carving holes like a hot knife through butter. Smoke rose from his skin.
He screamed again and dropped to the floor, clutching his blackened genitals. The air smelled of charred flesh. His shirt smoldered, and there were burnt circles on his shoulder where my fingers had penetrated his skin.
“How does it feel to be fucked, asshole?” I kicked him in the face until he stopped moving. Then I pulled my shirt closed and ran.
Rescue
I almost hit her as she appeared out of nowhere and dashed across the gravel road. The lights of the dam were around a turn ahead of me. I slammed on the brakes and skidded to a stop. Mel tripped, tumbled, then jumped up and headed for the cover of darkness.
I threw the van in park, then opened my door and jumped out. “Mel! It’s me, Silas.” I waved my arms.
She slowed and turned, her pale face lit up by the headlights. “Si? Is it really you?”
“It’s me, Mel.”
She walked closer. Her shirt was torn. She clutched it
Heidi Murkoff, Sharon Mazel