Just as I was about to attack. I heard a faint grunt come from behind me.
It was Delilah.
I looked in her direction. She was still slumped in the wheelchair, her eyelids were fluttering weakly, her body barely able to hold itself up.
My jaw tightened.
I turned back to the man, my eyes burning with rage. What did he do to her?
"What the hell did you do to her?" I demanded, my voice like steel.
The man chuckled, rolling his aching shoulder as if I had asked him something funny.
"Nothing much," he said nonchalantly, a smirk on his lips. "I just drugged them, that's all. Don’t worry—they won’t die. At least, not yet."
That was it.
I launched forward like a bullet.
My fist crashed into his gut with a force that sent him staggering back, a wheezing gasp ripping from his throat. He bare
