Page 136 of The Vampire's Storm

Suddenly, the prince reached out and punched a code into the panel on the cell.

It clicked open.

Thank fuck.

Beside him, Brooklyn flopped to the floor as Brayden and Willow ran into the cell. Carefully picking Isabella up, Brayden ushered both his girls out.

She didn’t move.

“Oh, my god!” Willow screamed. “Is she dead?”

Logan felt his heart breaking as the warriors all pressed together, waiting.

Kurt teleported back in.

“That fucking cunt. I wanted to break his neck.”

“I can help,” Brooklyn said, clambering to her feet and going to the prince and princess. “I’m a nurse. Let me help.”

Brayden turned, Willow clinging to his arm as Brooklyn began to give the baby CPR.

Pride, unlike he’d never known before, rushed through him as his mate—he was so damn sure of it—brought the little princess back to life.

Her scream pierced the air.

Willow fell to her knees.

The warriors finally began to breathe.

Brayden glanced up, away from his daughter, and looked around. His eyes met Craig’s as he ordered. “Blow this fucking place to pieces!”

CHAPTER FORTY

“What?” Brooklyn brushed her hand over Isabella’s forehead and looked up, startled.

Craig opened his backpack and began pulling out...bricks?

Oh my god, were those explosives?

“Let’s go,” Logan said, closing the distance and rubbing her arm. “You did amazing, sweetheart. Let’s get you out of here.”

“What are they doing?” she cried as he guided her out of the room. She tugged away and watched the prince lift Willow to her feet, and then they disappeared into thin air.

She wobbled.

What the hell just happened?

“Shit. You weren’t supposed to see that.” Logan rubbed his face.

“What is going on? Where did they go?” Brooklyn cried. “Stop. Wait. You can’t set explosives off in here.”

Logan tugged her out into the hallway, and they stepped over the bodies.

“Stop!” she yelled.

“Brooklyn, I can’t override the prince's order. We have to go,” he growled.

“You can’t. There are people working here,” she cried. “Tell them.”

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