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. 

my head and close my eyes, I attempt to convince

as my breath comes out

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

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

God! Are you okay?‘ | ask, reaching out to touch him.

out of here, he replies, his voice snappy

the hall and I watch him in my 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 very

and drags me back ward. My hands instinctively reach up to try and pull the person‘s hands out of my

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

must be about my age, her eyes are hard and empty. She glares at

injured her earlier, good boy.

over to where he is, pinned down by two rogues. Fear

hall, I kick and yell the whole time, 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 push up off the wall and the sec ond my feet touch the ground, I throw myself at her, my