words, obviously not liking what he was hearing.
Cordan did not answer. Beyond
the fight he heard a yell of triumph that could only be The Collector. The
yell distracted Lena just for a second, and the other man lunged. She managed
to get out of the way, but he left a thin trickle of blood across Lena’s pale
neck. Even in the darkness it shown red against the pale glow of her skin.
Cordan no longer cared that his mate liked to fight her own battles. This
creature had drawn blood. Cordan leaped forward with a roar.
Lena cursed her
stupidity, but had no time for anything else when Lo suddenly decided he had
enough of her fight and charged the Black Hand assassin. The man turned with a
triumphant smile to face the beast that came at him in a full-on charge, his
sword positioned perfectly for Cordan to fall on the blade. Normally, it would
not kill a Prime, especially this one, but he was Black Hand and his blade was
more than steel.
Lena swiped her hand
against the blood smeared across her already healed neck and brought it to her
lips. Just that fast, she spit and yelled her own roar of fury. Poison, the
kind that would kill most anything, and at the very least decapitate her mate
so that the assassin could finish him cleanly.
Even an immortal needs a
head.
Damn it ,
Cordan thought he was invincible. He had no idea what he was up against. She
had no time for thought. She did none of the things her training dictated.
Instead, she jumped forward and grabbed the man’s shoulder and misted,
something she had never even tried before. Cordan went right through the
sword, the man, and her to land on the other side and turn with another roar.
Lena took the assassin
down through the stone beneath their feet. When he turned with a panicked
scream to grab at her, she pulled back, releasing him deep inside solid rock.
His scream cut off instantly. She misted back to her men. Cordan grabbed her
with a snarl and pulled her into his blood-coated chest. Lena only grimaced at
the squish briefly, then she was hugging her mate back just as fiercely. The
light orbs came back on. More than that, it was as if every embedded gem in
the cave walls lit up at the same time. Both Lena and Cordan needed a moment
to adjust to screaming daylight.
Jackson heard Cordan and
Lena both curse when the back of his eyelids lit up. He opened his eyes to
find the place beaming from floor to ceiling with colored lights. He saw Lena
with her head tucked against Cordan and everything else faded back to black.
He was beside her faster than he had ever moved before. Cordan grumbled but
let her go reluctantly while he blinked.
Lena found herself
crushed up against her second mate’s chest. She pressed her face into his neck
above his bloody leathers and breathed him in. Past the scent of blood and
death was pure Jackson. She closed her eyes against the dancing white lights
seared on her brain and wallowed in her mate for just a moment.
CHAPTER TEN
A sound had Lena turning
her head and looking for the man who had started all of this. She kept her
cheek pressed up against Jackson while she studied The Collector. Both of her
mates were doing the same. He was paying no attention to them; instead, he had
his eyes on the blood stone at his feet. His hands fisted. He barely held
himself in check from grabbing the stone.
Lena might sympathize
with the feeling, but never the man, not after everything they had been
through. Without speaking, the three of them moved towards the scene. Cordan
took the lead, Lena and Jackson right beside him. Jackson had his hand on her back
as she walked, not to assist, but because like her, he could not bear the
separation. Lena understood; she had her hand in Cordan’s for the same reason,
because she needed them all to be connected. From the squeeze he gave her hand
before placing it on the naked skin of his side, Lo felt the same. She
wondered
Cordan did not answer. Beyond
the fight he heard a yell of triumph that could only be The Collector. The
yell distracted Lena just for a second, and the other man lunged. She managed
to get out of the way, but he left a thin trickle of blood across Lena’s pale
neck. Even in the darkness it shown red against the pale glow of her skin.
Cordan no longer cared that his mate liked to fight her own battles. This
creature had drawn blood. Cordan leaped forward with a roar.
Lena cursed her
stupidity, but had no time for anything else when Lo suddenly decided he had
enough of her fight and charged the Black Hand assassin. The man turned with a
triumphant smile to face the beast that came at him in a full-on charge, his
sword positioned perfectly for Cordan to fall on the blade. Normally, it would
not kill a Prime, especially this one, but he was Black Hand and his blade was
more than steel.
Lena swiped her hand
against the blood smeared across her already healed neck and brought it to her
lips. Just that fast, she spit and yelled her own roar of fury. Poison, the
kind that would kill most anything, and at the very least decapitate her mate
so that the assassin could finish him cleanly.
Even an immortal needs a
head.
Damn it ,
Cordan thought he was invincible. He had no idea what he was up against. She
had no time for thought. She did none of the things her training dictated.
Instead, she jumped forward and grabbed the man’s shoulder and misted,
something she had never even tried before. Cordan went right through the
sword, the man, and her to land on the other side and turn with another roar.
Lena took the assassin
down through the stone beneath their feet. When he turned with a panicked
scream to grab at her, she pulled back, releasing him deep inside solid rock.
His scream cut off instantly. She misted back to her men. Cordan grabbed her
with a snarl and pulled her into his blood-coated chest. Lena only grimaced at
the squish briefly, then she was hugging her mate back just as fiercely. The
light orbs came back on. More than that, it was as if every embedded gem in
the cave walls lit up at the same time. Both Lena and Cordan needed a moment
to adjust to screaming daylight.
Jackson heard Cordan and
Lena both curse when the back of his eyelids lit up. He opened his eyes to
find the place beaming from floor to ceiling with colored lights. He saw Lena
with her head tucked against Cordan and everything else faded back to black.
He was beside her faster than he had ever moved before. Cordan grumbled but
let her go reluctantly while he blinked.
Lena found herself
crushed up against her second mate’s chest. She pressed her face into his neck
above his bloody leathers and breathed him in. Past the scent of blood and
death was pure Jackson. She closed her eyes against the dancing white lights
seared on her brain and wallowed in her mate for just a moment.
CHAPTER TEN
A sound had Lena turning
her head and looking for the man who had started all of this. She kept her
cheek pressed up against Jackson while she studied The Collector. Both of her
mates were doing the same. He was paying no attention to them; instead, he had
his eyes on the blood stone at his feet. His hands fisted. He barely held
himself in check from grabbing the stone.
Lena might sympathize
with the feeling, but never the man, not after everything they had been
through. Without speaking, the three of them moved towards the scene. Cordan
took the lead, Lena and Jackson right beside him. Jackson had his hand on her back
as she walked, not to assist, but because like her, he could not bear the
separation. Lena understood; she had her hand in Cordan’s for the same reason,
because she needed them all to be connected. From the squeeze he gave her hand
before placing it on the naked skin of his side, Lo felt the same. She
wondered
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