Olivia understood what he meant—Talon knew she would. He didn't care that it got him another strike to his bloody, swollen face. Now that she was awake, he could break out of the chair…and take care of this, Wolfhart-style.
In Until the Villainess Saintess is Mine, Wolfhart stalks the female lead, the Saintess, throughout season one, killing those who oppose her under the cover of darkness. In season two, Wolfhart kidnaps the Saintess under the pretext of protecting her from assassins, and she falls in love with him while in his care. Because of her personal journey with darkness (she’s called the “Villainess Saintess” for a reason), the two form an unbreakable bond…a bond that is later tested to the limit.
It’s at the end of season two, when the church sends in their Paladins to “rescue” their Saintess, that Wolfhart’s skills (and the depth of his obsession with the Saintess) really shine. The Paladins expect to win. After all, they have the numbers—and God—on their side. However, they make a simple, big mistake. They underestimate Wolfhart and just how crazy he can get. He’s no ordinary warrior.
In short, it was a bloodbath.
This is going to be a bloodbath, Talon thought. He grinned.
“What’s so funny, T?” Marky asked, stroking his cheek with the flat of the knife.
Talon whipped his head to the left and chomped down on the hand holding the knife. At the same time, he put pressure on the chair at the right points, using his knees to pry apart the legs and pressing his shoulders against the back of the chair, until the legs snapped and the back cracked.
Meanwhile, Marky was swearing and shouting, and punching Talon’s head…until Talon broke out of the chair and swung a chunk of it in front, connecting with Marky’s temple. He pried the knife out of Marky’s hand, looked over Marky’s shoulder, and saw Bait shutting the laptop and Jefe rummaging through the tools.
Talon threw the knife and hit Jefe in the neck. Olivia screamed as blood started to squirt out of him in pulses. Despite his best efforts to stop it, he fell to the floor in seconds.
“What the fuck, man?” Marky shouted, tackling Talon. He twisted to the side, letting Marky hit the wall behind him and fall to the floor.
Talon grabbed a piece of chair and flung it in Bait’s direction before launching himself toward Bait, who was getting out a gun.
“No,” growled Talon, leaping at him like a lion taking down prey. Olivia screamed again, but Talon barely heard her as he knocked Bait’s gun to the side and threw him to the ground with a meaty thud.
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He only took the time to punch him twice in the face, hard enough for blood to explode from his nose, before jumping off and grabbing the gun. Marky was already heading toward him again.
Talon aimed and pulled the trigger—click.
Fuck! Handprint-activated. Talon unloaded the magazine and chucked it squarely into Marky’s face before heading to the tools. He stepped over Jefe and the pool of blood, grabbed a knife, and spun around to grab Olivia.
They hadn’t even locked the door. Amateurs.
Talon pulled Olivia out of the room and was just about to close the door when Marky grabbed the handle. Talon kicked him square in the chest—once, twice—and when Marky fell back on the concrete, he closed the door and locked it from the outside.
“Just a second, Olivia,” he said, his voice shaking. Next to the door were some light switches. Talon punched the small square of false wall to the right of those, exposing a hollow space with a small black switch. When he flipped it, a little orange light turned on, telling him the system was on and working.
Good. He let himself take a breath. Good.
Only then did he turn to Olivia and carefully start cutting her out of the chair. They could hear Marky through the door for a few minutes, but eventually, he quieted down.
Olivia didn’t ask.
“I’m so sorry,” he told her, breathing heavily, “I’m so, so sorry, my love.” He was extra careful with the knife as he cut through the ropes—his hands were shaking.
When she was completely untied, Talon sunk to his knees and rested his head in her lap. If she was disgusted by the blood and sweat he was smearing onto her thighs, she didn’t say anything.
They sat in silence, just breathing.
He didn’t expect her to forgive him for this—he should’ve been more careful. He should’ve done the check on time instead of putting it off for a few days. Then, he would’ve known the guys were in the area. He would’ve been prepared—
Suddenly, Talon felt Olivia’s fingers delicately feeling his scalp, then moving to his face. They felt like little butterflies. His scalp tingled, a little painfully, but it still felt good as he closed his eyes.
Then, he heard her sniff. He looked up, alarmed.
“T-a-alon,” she blubbered, sliding off the chair and onto her knees. Carefully, she put her arms around him. She doesn’t want to hurt me where I’m injured. His heart swelled with love for her.
Despite the pain, he held her firmly in response. “I love you, Olivia,” he said into her hair. “We’re safe now. I promise we’re safe.”