Possessing Providence(28)

“And there are worse things we could be doing to you than letting him breed with you.”

She narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re a sick bastard, you know that.”

He didn’t seem to take offense. “Water off a duck’s back, Miss Velour.”

The doors pushed open and Forrester returned, dangling in his hand her portable tool apron. To see it was like a breath of fresh air. She heaved in a deep breath, reaching for it as he moved closer. Gripped in his other hand was her sturdy, black flashlight.

“That’s mine, too.”

“Not anymore. Now, fix it.” He shined the light in the direction of the fuse box in the corner of the room.

She buckled the apron around her waist and rifled through her equipment. If it was the same problem as before, all it needed was a wire replacement—a thirty second job, if that. Fucked-up scientists they may be, but it was clear they didn’t know the first thing about electric circuitry. She pulled her amp meter out. Opening the box, she fiddled around, pulling every fuse out, so it would take her longer to fix. Spying the blown one, she pulled it too.

“How long did it take you to fix last time?”

“Uh, I think five minutes. I have to check each one to find the blown fuse.” It was easy to lie to the ignorant.

“Hurry up.”

“I’m going to see if the guards got back down. You watch the beast’s princess.”

Martin snorted, seeing Forrester leave the room. A plan formed in her mind. This was her chance, if she did it right. She quickly yanked out her portable power charger. Using a small screwdriver, she undid the head and pulled the wiring.

“What are you doing?” He leaned over her shoulder.

“I have to check if the right voltage of power is coming through. If I’m good, and I know am, I can make sure this doesn’t happen again. Oh, and you may want to get a safety switch installed down here. It’s not as if I can pick up a phone and order the part.”

She glanced over her shoulder, shooting him an accusing glare. He moved back a foot. “Just hurry up.”

Without him glancing over her shoulder, she stuck her charger right into the main power circuit. Within a few seconds, it was over-charged and ready to explode. She pulled it out.

A loud roar and crash from outside of the room made them both turn. Martin stared at the door.

“What the...”

Providence struck, jabbing the exposed wiring straight into Martin’s neck and hitting the power button. The electricity jolted through his body, making him jerk backwards. He fell heavily to the floor, his body convulsing like a fish out of water.

She stood over him, swung back her foot and kicked him right between the legs. He grunted and gurgled. “Homemade stun gun. Asshole.”

She jumped back in fright when the door burst open and Forrester rushed in, fear clear in his eyes. He skidded to a halt, his gaze falling on where Martin lay, still jerking slightly. She clutched her stun gun, but it was only good for one shot. In a panic move, she dived for her heavy flashlight, the one Martin dropped.

“Stay back.” She clutched it like a baseball bat ready to swing at his head.

“You!”

The door again burst open. Prov’s heart stopped in her chest, elation soaring through her at the sight of Zelron. His hair was a wild mess, reminding her of something primitive and untamed. God, she loved him.

Now is not the time for mushy crap. Is that blood splashed over his arms and chest?

His gaze darted from her to where Forrester backed up, inching towards her. No way in hell was he getting anywhere near her again. She leapt over Martin, who groaned, and darted around the table, launching herself at Zelron.

He caught her easily, holding her tight against his chest.

“Did they hurt you?” His voice was rough with anger, his gaze fixed on Forrester.

“No, never got the chance, the power went out before they could.”

“I will kill them.” He moved to set her down.

“No, Zelron, please don’t sink to their level. You are so much better than they are. Can we just get the hell out of here, please? We’ll go to the police, the proper authorities. They will arrest them and the law will punish them.”

He met her gaze. She saw the murder in his eyes. “I could not look at you if you killed them in front of me.”

His gaze softened and he nodded. “Human law better be just.” He set her down. “Wait.”

She sighed at her bossy Z man, but grew worried while he stalked Forrester. The man whimpered, backing into a corner, the fear evident on his face.

“I never meant any harm! The head office people made us!”

Zelron growled, threw back his arm and hit Forrester square in the face. He crumpled like a wet rag onto the floor.