Chapter 230

He convulsed again, his fist clipping me in the eye. Stars danced in my vision, pain rolling through the side of my head.

I sucked the last of his magic out and felt his heart stop. "Miles!"

Miles started mouth-to-mouth.

Rolling onto my back, I swallowed hard against the metallic taste of bile, shaky and nauseous.

The door banged open so hard that it cracked into a spiderweb pattern. An operative holding a battering ram raced into the room, took one look at Miles and Rafael, and called for an ambulance.

Levi stormed in, taking in the entire scene with one cold glance. He stopped in front of me. "What. The. Fuck - "

I vomited all over his Italian loafers, cutting his tirade mercifully short.

***