Suddenly, the door to the room crashed open with a force that nearly took it off its hinges. Raith, Myung, Lord Athan, and Bellator Ambrose filtered through the entry just as she collapsed fully to the floor. Weary, tear-soaked eyes watched the four men bolt across the room toward her as she fought for consciousness. Nearly comatose, she could see them, hear them through a muffled filter, but couldn’t seem to move her body.
“NO!” Raith’s booming voice shook the room. He scooped her up; his eyes sailed down her arm and noticed what she was holding. “s**t! NO!”
Lord Athan grabbed Myung by the neck and threw him across the room, slamming in the wall, spitting out obscenities. “WHY THE f**k IS SHE IN HERE?”
Myung grunted, struggling to stand again. “It-- It was locked! I swe
