Michael doesn't get a chance to see what hits him. He struggles to get from the floor, and I watch him with mild interest as he touches his bleeding forehead. I drove the butt of the gun into his temple so hard that he collapsed for a couple of seconds. He's going to have one hell of a headache if he survives this.
"I wouldn't do that." Allen says smugly when Michael starts to reach into his pockets; for a gun I guess.
"What do you two want?"
"Where is she?" I ask calmly, calmness I don't feel from within. My fingers are itching to pull the trigger and blow his head apart. He's part of the coven that kidnapped my girlfriend so I have every right to hate him.
"Where is who?" He asks innocently.
"Adam, he's buying time. He's stalling you. We need to get inside."
"You won't leave thi
