phft!“Charlotte—run—” he gasped, rolling off her as he clutched his neck. He pulled out a dart as he leaned against the wall by the door. His vision spun, and he saw Charlotte getting to her knees, heard her calling his name as two men dressed in black grabbed her, dragging her away from him. Whatever was in the dart packed a hell of a punch, and the dart had a pure iron tip.
“Run…” he said breathlessly before he slumped to the floor and knew no more.
Charlotte screamed and lunged for her mate but two men pulled her away from Rurik. He collapsed, a red dart falling from his fingertips to the floor.
“Secure him!” a man shouted. The voice was familiar, but…
“Damien?” Charlotte gasped. One of the masked men pulled off his balaclava, and she stared at him in horror.
“Thank God you’re okay
