Chapter 34 Blood Under The Alien Dome

• Drake knew he couldn’t say no, every bit of instinct in him screamed to walk away, but his body refused to move. His throat felt dry, his chest heavy as if someone had tied weights to his lungs.
• He wasn’t ready for this. Hell no, he couldn’t even remember the last time he’d been in a proper fight… fists, kicks, blood, broken bones not like this. Not in front of hundreds of screaming lunatics hungry for violence.
• He cursed under his breath, jaw tightening as his eyes locked on Kiera, who moved with magnetic confidence toward the stage.