Raising Innocence: A Rylee Adamson Novel(41)

She bobbed her head in agreement and took a bite out of her candy bar. “Yes, I can hold him like this for a long time.”
Milly slowly stood up, shaking her head. “I’m so sorry, Rylee. Truly.”
“It’s not your fault,” I said, walking over to her, readying my body for the fast lunge and slice of the blade it would take to remove her head from her shoulders. For some reason, I didn’t want her to suffer. Stupid me. “You couldn’t have known—” a chair slammed into me from behind, sending me to the ground.
A nightstick was next, and I got bitch slapped twice with it before I got my hands wrapped around the weapon, effectively killing the magic on it.
I flung the nightstick at her and stood, a sword in my hands.
“Bring it, bitch,” I growled.
Eyes wide, she stared at me, shock filtering through her green orbs slowly.
“So, we are on two sides, are we?”
“Have been for a while, I just didn’t know it,” I said, swirling my two swords, loosening my wrists up.
Sadness etched her features. “This is the only way.” She turned to face Pamela, and I felt her gather her power, the black aura around the spell visible even to me. A death spell, one that would eat the kid in a matter of seconds.
“Pamela, get down,” I screamed as I launched myself at Milly.
The black spell left Milly’s hand as I hit her full-on, tackling her to the ground. Nothing but the pounding of my own heart filled my ears in the moment it took to hit the ground with Milly.
Milly effectively cushioned my fall, though her screech brought sound in living colour back to my ears. People rushed around us as if we didn’t exist, and I took the moment to look at Milly, try to discern where things had changed.
“Milly, why?”
She looked away, tears streaming back into her hair “I’m doing this for you, Rylee. I’m trying to keep you safe.”
“That makes no sense,” I said, my voice hardened. “And it doesn’t matter. You’ve signed your own death warrant.”
She looked at me then, her eyes as green as always, but harder than I’d ever seen them.
I moved back enough so that I could jerk her to her feet, keeping her hands clasped in mine and keeping her magic from flowing.
Looking around the precinct, desks and paper were everywhere, and there was a group of officers clustered around where Pamela had stood. My heart sunk until I saw a blonde head bob around the group and walk toward me, blue eyes serious.
“Two of the officers took the angry werewolf to a cell, but I didn’t let him go until they got him there.”
I licked my lips, then nodded, thinking perhaps it wasn’t best that Pamela stay with me. Shit, within hours of meeting me, she had a death spell tossed at her and a rampaging werewolf within ten feet of her. Not a good sign. I had to get the collar off O’Shea, before anything else.
“Aren’t you going to introduce us, Rylee?” Milly asked, her voice full of venom.
My mean streak surfaced. “Meet your replacement.”
Milly stiffened against my hands. “She won’t be able to replace me.”
I snorted. “She already has.”

13
Milly was placed into a cell despite my protests that she wouldn’t be there come morning, and for some reason, no one would let me run her through. Nor would they allow me below in the cells, stating I wasn’t cleared, that I could be trying to help Milly and O’Shea. Fuck them all, they’d find out soon enough how very wrong they were to think they could hold a witch behind bars. Everyone scoffed at me. Or at least, every human did. The two other shape shifters, Will and Officer Smith, were guarding O’Shea’s cell and keeping an eye on Milly while they were at it. So far, we hadn’t been able to get close to Liam. Whatever Milly had instructed him with was keeping him raging at anyone who came too close. Pamela said she could hold him so we could remove the collar he wore, but Dr. Daniels was being a major pain in the ass, not allowing Pamela out of her sight.
On that line, Dr. Daniel’s used the chaos at the precinct to harp on the fact that an officer had been killed only feet from where Pamela had stood. If only the doctor had understood that Milly had been aiming for Pamela, I had no doubt that the kid would have already been whisked away.
As it was, Agent Valley stepped in, surprising the hell out of me yet again.
“Dr. Daniels, was it?”
The red faced, red dressed doctor nodded sharply. “Yes.”
“Agent Adamson,” he said, giving me a full title, and I choked as if something had gone down the wrong tube. Agent Valley just gave me a warning look and continued. “Agent Adamson is one of the best agents we have and has dedicated her life to going after cold cases where children have been abducted. If young Pamela wants to stay with her for a short while, I personally will vouch for her safety.”