Out of the blue, with a burst of desperate strength, Boris shoved the guard holding him, using the momentary surprise to wrench one hand partially free. And he pulled out a small device he'd hidden within his coat.
"HA HA HA!" Boris's laughter was manic as he pressed the button. Almost sardonically. Immediately, alarms blared throughout the hotel. He still had one trump card to play. Every emergency system activated at once. Fire alarms. Security alerts. Lockdown protocols.
Loud. Piercing.
"Let's see how you escape from this, Ilya Rocean!" Boris could not help but flare up, and the volume of his voice rose. "Even if you kill me... my pack will take care to butcher you! There are over two thousand warriors stationed in this building! Who will save you now?"
He was without delay slammed back down, his face pressed against the floor near Ilya's boots. But Boris didn't care. He grinned over the cold floor, tasting blood and victory.
