402 Chapter 402

Elliott was still lying where he'd fallen, which was actually a good thing. If the Vampires intended to take him away somewhere to conduct experiments on him, they hadn't tried to move him yet. I bent down next to him, seeing the spent syringe now. I was certain we were alone and used both my IAC and telepathy to shout at him. "Elliott! Wake up!"

I must've shouted it a dozen times as I shook him. He was out of it, that was for sure. So, I decided there was only one thing I could do to get him where he needed to be. I put myself back on the floor and lifted him up off of it, rotating him so that he appeared to be standing.

He cracked one eye and looked at me, confused. "I thought I told you to stay put."

"I'm not known for listening or following directions," I replied with a shrug. He was in no position to argue with me. Across the building, I heard a gunshot. We were running out of time. I floated his Glock into his hand and strapped his Beretta back on him.