people compliant. How had these DHS guys gotten their hands on something like that—and known how to use it?
The commandos carried some other spelled items with them, as well. I picked up on several that were perfect for an operation like this—all for disabling targets. Yvonne and her family never stood a chance.
They divided the three mystics between the two vehicles. If they took them away I might never find them again. My hands fisted. Yvonne had once helped me save my best friend’s life and if not for her Aniya would be dead now.
Time to return the favor.
Chapter Twelve
My gaze swept the area. The small one-story house sat in the center of a clearing with trees surrounding it in every direction but the road. Having been here before I knew there was a garden and shed in the back, but I couldn’t see either from my vantage point.
My senses couldn’t detect anyone except Yvonne and her family. The commandos were in mission mode and lacked any strong emotions at the moment. With them being human, that was the only way I could have tracked them—even then they’d have to be at close range.
I waited another minute to see if any more guys came from the house. The inside lights had been turned off and the only signs of movement were around the SUVs. They’d put Yvonne in the one closest to me—about thirty feet away. There was nothing but open space between us.
The one advantage I had was they weren’t looking in my direction and didn’t expect any interference. Most of the team concentrated on their prisoners, but two faced the road with their rifles at the ready.
When one of the vehicles started up, I couldn’t wait any longer. I dashed out of the woods and rushed up to the closest SUV. One of the guys saw me right away and turned his rifle in my direction. Our eyes met.
“Stop!” he ordered.
I didn’t slow down. The ski mask I wore didn’t exactly promote a friendly image and his stiff posture made it clear he saw me as a hostile threat. Using a burst of immortal speed, I leaped forward and knocked the rifle from his hands just as he pulled the trigger. It jerked sideways and the shot went wild, but the sling kept the weapon from falling. I grabbed it before he could and rammed the butt stock into the side of his head.
He slumped to the ground.
Another guy came up from behind and splashed a freezing potion at my head—a different kind than they’d used on Yvonne. It drenched my neck and back, but fizzled out with no effect. I spun around and yanked the guy by his vest, kneeing him in the stomach. He bowed over. I wrapped my arm around his neck and caught him in a blood choke, holding it long enough to knock him out.
A shot fired. It winged my upper arm, stinging me. They’d coated the bullet with the freezing potion, but it didn’t affect me any more than the last one. I dashed after the shooter, who’d ducked behind the SUV.
“Magic isn’t working on this one,” he called out to his buddies.
Good to know DHS only hired the brightest and most observant.
I ducked down low and rushed the guy as soon as I came around the vehicle. His shot went high when I barreled into him. Another commando jumped on my back, pulling on my shoulders. I ignored him and punched the guy below me in the face. With my strength, it knocked him out cold.
The man on my back wrapped his arm around my neck in a chokehold much like the one I’d used on his buddy. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t need oxygen to survive. I reached over my shoulder, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him off. He went flying five feet away. As soon as he tried to get up, I leaped on top of him.
The smell of his cologne hit me now that I could breathe again. Armani Code. I peered closer at the guy and froze. O’Connell looked up at me with angry brown eyes—though I didn’t see any recognition in them. At least that confirmed this was a team from DHS.
He raised his fist. I knocked it aside and
The commandos carried some other spelled items with them, as well. I picked up on several that were perfect for an operation like this—all for disabling targets. Yvonne and her family never stood a chance.
They divided the three mystics between the two vehicles. If they took them away I might never find them again. My hands fisted. Yvonne had once helped me save my best friend’s life and if not for her Aniya would be dead now.
Time to return the favor.
Chapter Twelve
My gaze swept the area. The small one-story house sat in the center of a clearing with trees surrounding it in every direction but the road. Having been here before I knew there was a garden and shed in the back, but I couldn’t see either from my vantage point.
My senses couldn’t detect anyone except Yvonne and her family. The commandos were in mission mode and lacked any strong emotions at the moment. With them being human, that was the only way I could have tracked them—even then they’d have to be at close range.
I waited another minute to see if any more guys came from the house. The inside lights had been turned off and the only signs of movement were around the SUVs. They’d put Yvonne in the one closest to me—about thirty feet away. There was nothing but open space between us.
The one advantage I had was they weren’t looking in my direction and didn’t expect any interference. Most of the team concentrated on their prisoners, but two faced the road with their rifles at the ready.
When one of the vehicles started up, I couldn’t wait any longer. I dashed out of the woods and rushed up to the closest SUV. One of the guys saw me right away and turned his rifle in my direction. Our eyes met.
“Stop!” he ordered.
I didn’t slow down. The ski mask I wore didn’t exactly promote a friendly image and his stiff posture made it clear he saw me as a hostile threat. Using a burst of immortal speed, I leaped forward and knocked the rifle from his hands just as he pulled the trigger. It jerked sideways and the shot went wild, but the sling kept the weapon from falling. I grabbed it before he could and rammed the butt stock into the side of his head.
He slumped to the ground.
Another guy came up from behind and splashed a freezing potion at my head—a different kind than they’d used on Yvonne. It drenched my neck and back, but fizzled out with no effect. I spun around and yanked the guy by his vest, kneeing him in the stomach. He bowed over. I wrapped my arm around his neck and caught him in a blood choke, holding it long enough to knock him out.
A shot fired. It winged my upper arm, stinging me. They’d coated the bullet with the freezing potion, but it didn’t affect me any more than the last one. I dashed after the shooter, who’d ducked behind the SUV.
“Magic isn’t working on this one,” he called out to his buddies.
Good to know DHS only hired the brightest and most observant.
I ducked down low and rushed the guy as soon as I came around the vehicle. His shot went high when I barreled into him. Another commando jumped on my back, pulling on my shoulders. I ignored him and punched the guy below me in the face. With my strength, it knocked him out cold.
The man on my back wrapped his arm around my neck in a chokehold much like the one I’d used on his buddy. It was uncomfortable, but I didn’t need oxygen to survive. I reached over my shoulder, grabbed him by the collar, and threw him off. He went flying five feet away. As soon as he tried to get up, I leaped on top of him.
The smell of his cologne hit me now that I could breathe again. Armani Code. I peered closer at the guy and froze. O’Connell looked up at me with angry brown eyes—though I didn’t see any recognition in them. At least that confirmed this was a team from DHS.
He raised his fist. I knocked it aside and
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