Vanessa
Vanessa’s restraints were removed, and Byron lunged himself at her. Thanks to the training that had taken place with Rylie, she managed to break his neck and knock him out. As Alec was removing her restraints, she managed to head butt him and a little of his blood spilled on the floor. She rested Byron’s head in her lap, and she scooped Alec’s blood onto her finger, touching it to his lips. Since he was knocked out, he wouldn’t be able to swallow it. At least there was a little in his mouth. If he needed more, there was always the spots on the floor. She hated that was the best she could do for him, but it was better than nothing.
She stood to her feet, her legs wobbled, but she persistently made her way to the door and picked the lock with a sharp object. She staggered down the long, wide hall toward the entrance where Malik, Aaron, Rylie, and some other woman that Alfred seemed shaken up about. “Who the hell are you?” she asked as she looked at Katrina.