Page 92 of The Vampire's Storm

The ancient vampire stepped inside from the small office off the lab. “What’s happened?”

Vincent waved his phone. “Niko-fucking-lay has just sent a video.” They all froze. “Of Willow and Isabella.”

Small growls sounded from deep within the warrior’s throats.

Beside him, Brooklyn began to shudder. Logan sat and whipped his legs over the table, wrapping his arm around her waist protectively. “Shh, it’s okay.”

“Show me.” Ari growled, closing the gap and reaching for the king's phone.

Brooklyn’s eyes lifted to his, and he rubbed his finger over her hip to keep her calm.

The sound of the video filled the room.

“Vincent Moretti.” Nikolay’s Russian voice sounded.

“Oh god,” Sage cried, and Brooklyn’s trembles increased.

Fuck.

He didn’t like how scared she was.

Turning her chin to face him, Logan whispered, using the mind power he possessed. “Stay calm. You are safe, sweetheart.”

She softly nodded.

“I have something that belongs to you.” The smile in the Russian mobster’s voice clear as day. “Call off the destruction of our properties and you will get her back.”

“That’s the cell Callan was in.” Sage gasped, leaning into Ari as she watched the video.

“The same? Are you sure?” Ari asked.

Sage nodded. “Positive.”

“You have twenty-four hours, or I will kill them both,” Nikolay said.

Then the video ended.

Ari played it again.

Sage took the phone and studied it. “I’m sure. We could get Callan to confirm it.”

“Get him in here,” the king demanded.

“I don’t think—” Mack started.

The king held up his hand. “I am aware of the impact this will have on him and others, but I’m sorry, Willow is a royal princess.”

Mack nodded.

Sage and Brooklyn shared a look. Then the scientist glanced at him.

“I calmed her,” Logan said.

“Release her,” Sage said and began walking over. “Brook, what—”

“What’s going on?” Callan asked roughly as he entered the room. Sage handed him the phone.

Logan blinked for a moment, confused. What was Brooklyn going to contribute to the conversation? Yet again, it felt like a missing piece was nudging at his mind.

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