Ms. Stone is being held on either the second or third sub-level.”
“Probably the second,” Jenna interjected. “My father likes to keep his more dangerous experiments on the third sub-level. The second is for recalcitrant daughters, and for “pets” that need discipline.”
“Pets?” One of the large, dark and scary men asked.
“Pets,” Jenna confirmed. “Pet Vampires, pet Weres. My father keeps pets.” She could see the men were all as sickened at the idea as she was herself, and a moment of shame that she shared the blood of such an evil being.
The tall, dark and scary one who’d questioned her leaned over his chair back and offered her his hand. “I’m Mikhail,” he said. “I’ve tangled with your father more than once.” Jenna gave an inner groan as he clutched her hand in a crushing grip. If he’d faced off with her father in the past, he was sure to hate her just by association. “I don’t know how the hell you managed to escape him with your life, but you definitely have my respect.” Jenna’s eyes widened as he proceeded to demolish her preconceptions. “And, little girl, we will see your sister free of that bastard, begging your pardon, no matter how we have to do it.”
Bas smiled, and Jenna got the distinct impression that both she and his team-member pleased him.
“Jenna, can you give us a detailed layout of the house and its subterranean levels?” She nodded quickly. “Good. Mik and his team will leave ahead of us. Tonight, in fact.
They will infiltrate the grounds, and when it’s time for us to come in they’ll be in place to cut the alarms and take care of the outside guards.” Bas’s security knowledge was incredible; he obviously knew exactly what he was talking about as he gave the group of men instructions.
“Jenna will lay out the house for us, and give us whatever information she has about Stone’s security, but you’ll need to do a little recon. Check out locations of security, log comings and goings of security and medical staff. And of anyone else, for that matter. I figure we have two days max to gather all the information Jenna can’t provide.” Jenna was fascinated as she watched the men. None of their expressions changed; they remained calm, cold and aloof. Her father’s troops would surely come out on the losing end if they tried to engage these men.
“Any questions?”
A tall blond in dreadlocks waved his hand. “Yeah, what if Stone is there? Can we kill the motherfucker?”
Bas looked to Jenna. Did she want her father dead? She didn’t know; he needed to pay for all the hell he’d rained down on all the Night Creatures, and on his own daughters. But could she be the one to sign his death warrant?
Bas noted her silence, and turned back to the blond warrior. “It’s your choice. If you take him alive, he will go before the Council, not the human court system. Either way William Stone will be a dead man.”
Jenna wanted to feel remorse, wanted to feel hurt that these men wanted their revenge written in her father’s blood, but she only had to close her eyes to picture Rowan, broken and bleeding from one of his punishments, or to hear the agonized screams of creatures begging for mercy or death.
No, William Stone deserved whatever justice these men meted out to him.
“Aidan, you and Nic will come with Kane, Abel and myself,” Bas continued.
Aidan held up a hand. “Sorry mate, you’re going to have to count me out of this one.”
Jenna laid her hand over Nic’s arm, patting it lightly. He took a breath and gritted out, “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Dragon?”
“You want me to risk my ass to help out the offspring of William fucking Stone. I don’t think so.” The look he shot around the group held as much pain as it held anger.
“No fucking human has ever come to our rescue. The bastard wants to pen us in like animals. Where’s the Goddamn outcry for our missing people? There isn’t any, mate, and I’ll tell you
“Probably the second,” Jenna interjected. “My father likes to keep his more dangerous experiments on the third sub-level. The second is for recalcitrant daughters, and for “pets” that need discipline.”
“Pets?” One of the large, dark and scary men asked.
“Pets,” Jenna confirmed. “Pet Vampires, pet Weres. My father keeps pets.” She could see the men were all as sickened at the idea as she was herself, and a moment of shame that she shared the blood of such an evil being.
The tall, dark and scary one who’d questioned her leaned over his chair back and offered her his hand. “I’m Mikhail,” he said. “I’ve tangled with your father more than once.” Jenna gave an inner groan as he clutched her hand in a crushing grip. If he’d faced off with her father in the past, he was sure to hate her just by association. “I don’t know how the hell you managed to escape him with your life, but you definitely have my respect.” Jenna’s eyes widened as he proceeded to demolish her preconceptions. “And, little girl, we will see your sister free of that bastard, begging your pardon, no matter how we have to do it.”
Bas smiled, and Jenna got the distinct impression that both she and his team-member pleased him.
“Jenna, can you give us a detailed layout of the house and its subterranean levels?” She nodded quickly. “Good. Mik and his team will leave ahead of us. Tonight, in fact.
They will infiltrate the grounds, and when it’s time for us to come in they’ll be in place to cut the alarms and take care of the outside guards.” Bas’s security knowledge was incredible; he obviously knew exactly what he was talking about as he gave the group of men instructions.
“Jenna will lay out the house for us, and give us whatever information she has about Stone’s security, but you’ll need to do a little recon. Check out locations of security, log comings and goings of security and medical staff. And of anyone else, for that matter. I figure we have two days max to gather all the information Jenna can’t provide.” Jenna was fascinated as she watched the men. None of their expressions changed; they remained calm, cold and aloof. Her father’s troops would surely come out on the losing end if they tried to engage these men.
“Any questions?”
A tall blond in dreadlocks waved his hand. “Yeah, what if Stone is there? Can we kill the motherfucker?”
Bas looked to Jenna. Did she want her father dead? She didn’t know; he needed to pay for all the hell he’d rained down on all the Night Creatures, and on his own daughters. But could she be the one to sign his death warrant?
Bas noted her silence, and turned back to the blond warrior. “It’s your choice. If you take him alive, he will go before the Council, not the human court system. Either way William Stone will be a dead man.”
Jenna wanted to feel remorse, wanted to feel hurt that these men wanted their revenge written in her father’s blood, but she only had to close her eyes to picture Rowan, broken and bleeding from one of his punishments, or to hear the agonized screams of creatures begging for mercy or death.
No, William Stone deserved whatever justice these men meted out to him.
“Aidan, you and Nic will come with Kane, Abel and myself,” Bas continued.
Aidan held up a hand. “Sorry mate, you’re going to have to count me out of this one.”
Jenna laid her hand over Nic’s arm, patting it lightly. He took a breath and gritted out, “What the hell is that supposed to mean, Dragon?”
“You want me to risk my ass to help out the offspring of William fucking Stone. I don’t think so.” The look he shot around the group held as much pain as it held anger.
“No fucking human has ever come to our rescue. The bastard wants to pen us in like animals. Where’s the Goddamn outcry for our missing people? There isn’t any, mate, and I’ll tell you
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