he headed toward the end of the hedge.
“Where are you going?” Wolfe rasped. “Mika . . . dammit.”
Ignoring Wolfe’s anger, Mika silently jogged along the edge of the parking lot, headed toward the path that led toward the boat.
Then, ignoring the startled fishermen, he plunged into the water, using the wooden docks to shield his approach as he swam toward the warehouse.
Reaching the stairs, he pounded beneath the wooden planks, his lips twisting as the guard predictably moved to peer over the edge of the dock.
He was still bending down when Mika’s fist met with his face, busting his nose and sending him tumbling into the water with a loud splash.
Mika didn’t hesitate.
Grabbing the top step, he pulled himself out of the water and vaulted onto the dock. He crouched low for a second, waiting for a second guard. When none appeared, he jogged toward the back of the building.
Predictably, the only entrance was a vertical steel door that was locked and chained, but Mika was a Sentinel.
With one massive jerk, he busted the padlock and shoved the door up to reveal a large loading dock. He peered inside, assuring himself that it was empty before he slid inside and headed toward the closest door.
He wasn’t afraid of human guards, but the farther he could get without having to fight, the better.
The last thing he wanted was to alert his enemies that he was there.
They might take off with Bailey. Or worse . . .
No. He clamped down on that no-go thought.
The only possible outcome he was willing to consider was him finding Bailey and killing the bastards who took her.
End of story.
He entered a narrow hallway, pausing as his acute hearing picked up the faint sound of gunshots.
Shit.
Wolfe must have been spotted.
He hurried past a row of offices, sensing he was closing the distance to Bailey.
Just a few more seconds . . .
Focused on his bond with Bailey, Mika nearly missed the scent of a nearby male.
Coming to a halt at the end of the hall, he pressed his back against the wall as he peered around the corner, watching a young man who couldn’t be more than twenty years old come down a set of stairs.
Mika stiffened. He recognized that scent.
Jacob.
With a smooth motion, Mika stepped around the corner, his gun pointed at the center of the young man’s chest.
“Don’t. Twitch.”
Jacob went perfectly still, his eyes wide as he watched Mika prowl forward.
“Sentinel,” he breathed. “Are you here for the healer? I can take you to her.”
Mika held the gun steady as he patted Jacob down, quite prepared to put a bullet in the traitor’s heart.
Once he was satisfied, he took a step back, his expression hard with warning.
“You’ve done enough,” he said in cold tones.
Jacob flinched as if he’d been slapped. “I know. Forgive me, brother.”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled. Bailey had taken this acolyte into her home. She’d healed him. Given him food and shelter. And how had he repaid her? “Traitors aren’t tolerated by the Tagos. You’re no longer my brother.”
Jacob blanched, his hand reaching out to rest against the wall as if his knees were threatening to give out.
“They told me they were holding my mother hostage. I was terrified she was going to die before I could even get to know her.” He gave a slow, pained shake of his head. “But now . . . I think it was nothing more than a trick.”
Mika flattened his lips. Dammit. Either the young Sentinel was the best actor ever, or he truly had been blackmailed into helping the humans.
Not that Mika actually gave a shit.
Not now.
“You should have gone to the monks,” he said without sympathy.
“I know.” Jacob covered his face with his hands, his body, which that had yet to fully fill out with muscle, visibly trembling beneath the force of Mika’s disapproval. “God. What a mess.”
Mika lowered his gun, although he remained on full alert. He was well aware this could be a trick to distract him.
“Why did you
“Where are you going?” Wolfe rasped. “Mika . . . dammit.”
Ignoring Wolfe’s anger, Mika silently jogged along the edge of the parking lot, headed toward the path that led toward the boat.
Then, ignoring the startled fishermen, he plunged into the water, using the wooden docks to shield his approach as he swam toward the warehouse.
Reaching the stairs, he pounded beneath the wooden planks, his lips twisting as the guard predictably moved to peer over the edge of the dock.
He was still bending down when Mika’s fist met with his face, busting his nose and sending him tumbling into the water with a loud splash.
Mika didn’t hesitate.
Grabbing the top step, he pulled himself out of the water and vaulted onto the dock. He crouched low for a second, waiting for a second guard. When none appeared, he jogged toward the back of the building.
Predictably, the only entrance was a vertical steel door that was locked and chained, but Mika was a Sentinel.
With one massive jerk, he busted the padlock and shoved the door up to reveal a large loading dock. He peered inside, assuring himself that it was empty before he slid inside and headed toward the closest door.
He wasn’t afraid of human guards, but the farther he could get without having to fight, the better.
The last thing he wanted was to alert his enemies that he was there.
They might take off with Bailey. Or worse . . .
No. He clamped down on that no-go thought.
The only possible outcome he was willing to consider was him finding Bailey and killing the bastards who took her.
End of story.
He entered a narrow hallway, pausing as his acute hearing picked up the faint sound of gunshots.
Shit.
Wolfe must have been spotted.
He hurried past a row of offices, sensing he was closing the distance to Bailey.
Just a few more seconds . . .
Focused on his bond with Bailey, Mika nearly missed the scent of a nearby male.
Coming to a halt at the end of the hall, he pressed his back against the wall as he peered around the corner, watching a young man who couldn’t be more than twenty years old come down a set of stairs.
Mika stiffened. He recognized that scent.
Jacob.
With a smooth motion, Mika stepped around the corner, his gun pointed at the center of the young man’s chest.
“Don’t. Twitch.”
Jacob went perfectly still, his eyes wide as he watched Mika prowl forward.
“Sentinel,” he breathed. “Are you here for the healer? I can take you to her.”
Mika held the gun steady as he patted Jacob down, quite prepared to put a bullet in the traitor’s heart.
Once he was satisfied, he took a step back, his expression hard with warning.
“You’ve done enough,” he said in cold tones.
Jacob flinched as if he’d been slapped. “I know. Forgive me, brother.”
“Don’t call me that,” he growled. Bailey had taken this acolyte into her home. She’d healed him. Given him food and shelter. And how had he repaid her? “Traitors aren’t tolerated by the Tagos. You’re no longer my brother.”
Jacob blanched, his hand reaching out to rest against the wall as if his knees were threatening to give out.
“They told me they were holding my mother hostage. I was terrified she was going to die before I could even get to know her.” He gave a slow, pained shake of his head. “But now . . . I think it was nothing more than a trick.”
Mika flattened his lips. Dammit. Either the young Sentinel was the best actor ever, or he truly had been blackmailed into helping the humans.
Not that Mika actually gave a shit.
Not now.
“You should have gone to the monks,” he said without sympathy.
“I know.” Jacob covered his face with his hands, his body, which that had yet to fully fill out with muscle, visibly trembling beneath the force of Mika’s disapproval. “God. What a mess.”
Mika lowered his gun, although he remained on full alert. He was well aware this could be a trick to distract him.
“Why did you
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