said she was in trouble,” he repeated for the second time.
“What the hell do you mean Mina?” Elias’ voice blared over the cars speakers and Brock didn’t miss the tone. He thought Brock had finally gone off the deep end.
“Listen, fuck wad. I don’t have time to explain. Just meet me at the coordinates, and make sure we have backup.” He pressed the end button and swiped his hand over his sweaty brow. “Shit, I hope we’re not too late.” He pushed down the panic that threatened to squeeze his chest. He needed to remain calm and focus, or he would be worthless to Sarah. He had to believe she was still alive. After all, a bond had started to form, and he would know… He’d feel it if she were gone. Wouldn’t he?
“Pull this hunk of metal off the road.”
Brock jumped, his gaze moving to the man sitting next to him. “Son of a bitch! Really you need to wear a damn bell.”
Damis’ pupils narrowed to pinpoints. “Park this fucker now. I can get us to your mate faster.”
Brock didn’t argue but whipped the car down a side street and into the parking lot of the local grocery. Next thing he knew, he was standing hunched over trying not to retch. When his gut stopped rolling, he stood erect and took in his surroundings and found Damis standing next to him.
“Sorry, I got us here the quickest way I know how,” Damis whispered.
Brock shook his head. “No, I’m glad, but I didn’t realize you could transport another person.”
“It’s part of my new power, but unlike traveling through our gateway to get home, this takes a bit of getting used to. Hell, I tossed my cookies the first time.” Damis pulled a six-inch blade from his boot. “Elias, Snake and a few others are here as well, but we are still out-numbered. Do you sense her presence here?”
Brock took a moment and concentrated on the buildings surrounding them. “Nothing.”
“It’s possible they have her well hidden.” Damis pressed the handle of the blade he’d procured into Brock’s palm. “Only kill them if you must. Otherwise, I want those bastards alive.” His lip curled into a snarl. “I have questions that need answering.”
Brock squeezed the warm wood of the dagger’s hilt and set his jaw. “If they’ve touched her, if they’ve harmed her in any way, they will beg me for mercy. The torture I will inflict on them will be slow and painful. They will be kept on the threshold of death but not allowed to cross over until I allow it.” He thrust his shoulders back. “I’m not the same man I was before. Today, I’ll not run away.”
Damis slapped him on the back. “Welcome back, friend. We have your mate to save and a war to wage with these humans. It’s been a long time coming.”
“What do you mean a long time coming?” Brock sensed there was more Damis wasn’t telling him.
Damis motioned Brock to follow him down a dimly lit corridor. “Elias has been tracking this group for some time. Trying to determine how many there are and where their command center is.”
Brock grabbed Damis by the arm and pulled him to a stop. “What? You both fucking knew about these people and said nothing?” Anger heated his veins, and he tried to remember the man he held in a vise-like grip was his prince and supposed friend.
Damis shot him a menacing glare. “We had no idea Sarah was in any real danger, and you were not told because I thought it better not to rehash your past.”
Fuck! He knew what Damis meant. They hadn’t trusted him to keep his shit together if he’d found out these bastards had resurrected their little hate group. He’d have gone over the edge, a place he currently teetered because they had Sarah.
* * * *
Sarah was unable to keep her eyes open. They throbbed as if someone had jammed an ice pick into her corneas. She’d been so stupid, but how was she to know they’d drugged her tea? Mrs. Somers had seemed like such a sweet woman. When Sarah had walked into the back of Mrs. Somers’ shop,
“What the hell do you mean Mina?” Elias’ voice blared over the cars speakers and Brock didn’t miss the tone. He thought Brock had finally gone off the deep end.
“Listen, fuck wad. I don’t have time to explain. Just meet me at the coordinates, and make sure we have backup.” He pressed the end button and swiped his hand over his sweaty brow. “Shit, I hope we’re not too late.” He pushed down the panic that threatened to squeeze his chest. He needed to remain calm and focus, or he would be worthless to Sarah. He had to believe she was still alive. After all, a bond had started to form, and he would know… He’d feel it if she were gone. Wouldn’t he?
“Pull this hunk of metal off the road.”
Brock jumped, his gaze moving to the man sitting next to him. “Son of a bitch! Really you need to wear a damn bell.”
Damis’ pupils narrowed to pinpoints. “Park this fucker now. I can get us to your mate faster.”
Brock didn’t argue but whipped the car down a side street and into the parking lot of the local grocery. Next thing he knew, he was standing hunched over trying not to retch. When his gut stopped rolling, he stood erect and took in his surroundings and found Damis standing next to him.
“Sorry, I got us here the quickest way I know how,” Damis whispered.
Brock shook his head. “No, I’m glad, but I didn’t realize you could transport another person.”
“It’s part of my new power, but unlike traveling through our gateway to get home, this takes a bit of getting used to. Hell, I tossed my cookies the first time.” Damis pulled a six-inch blade from his boot. “Elias, Snake and a few others are here as well, but we are still out-numbered. Do you sense her presence here?”
Brock took a moment and concentrated on the buildings surrounding them. “Nothing.”
“It’s possible they have her well hidden.” Damis pressed the handle of the blade he’d procured into Brock’s palm. “Only kill them if you must. Otherwise, I want those bastards alive.” His lip curled into a snarl. “I have questions that need answering.”
Brock squeezed the warm wood of the dagger’s hilt and set his jaw. “If they’ve touched her, if they’ve harmed her in any way, they will beg me for mercy. The torture I will inflict on them will be slow and painful. They will be kept on the threshold of death but not allowed to cross over until I allow it.” He thrust his shoulders back. “I’m not the same man I was before. Today, I’ll not run away.”
Damis slapped him on the back. “Welcome back, friend. We have your mate to save and a war to wage with these humans. It’s been a long time coming.”
“What do you mean a long time coming?” Brock sensed there was more Damis wasn’t telling him.
Damis motioned Brock to follow him down a dimly lit corridor. “Elias has been tracking this group for some time. Trying to determine how many there are and where their command center is.”
Brock grabbed Damis by the arm and pulled him to a stop. “What? You both fucking knew about these people and said nothing?” Anger heated his veins, and he tried to remember the man he held in a vise-like grip was his prince and supposed friend.
Damis shot him a menacing glare. “We had no idea Sarah was in any real danger, and you were not told because I thought it better not to rehash your past.”
Fuck! He knew what Damis meant. They hadn’t trusted him to keep his shit together if he’d found out these bastards had resurrected their little hate group. He’d have gone over the edge, a place he currently teetered because they had Sarah.
* * * *
Sarah was unable to keep her eyes open. They throbbed as if someone had jammed an ice pick into her corneas. She’d been so stupid, but how was she to know they’d drugged her tea? Mrs. Somers had seemed like such a sweet woman. When Sarah had walked into the back of Mrs. Somers’ shop,
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