Page 114 of The Vampire's Storm

Brayden went back to his room where Elizabeth was asleep in one of the beds. She was compelled not to leave and wouldn’t.

He changed into a pair of black sweats and running shoes, then headed downstairs and out into the streets.

Several circuits of downtown Seattle should relieve some of his built-up rage.

Or maybe twenty.

Whatever it took.

He was only keeping his head, as his males had come up with a sound plan that would get him into the lab.

Mind you, if some stupid fucker tried to mug him, he wouldn’t be unhappy. Tonight Brayden was the most dangerous predator in the city, and he would draw blood if the opportunity landed in his lap.

This time tomorrow he would have his mate back in his arms or this town was going to fucking burn.

Willow. I love you.

CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO

Nikolay leaned against the glass and watched the two vampires as they slept. They really were impossible to differentiate from humans.

Fangs aside.

But the protective mother had been very smart so far, not threatening him and watching him like a hawk when he was present.

He knew without a doubt, if he opened the door, she would kill him in seconds.

Possibly faster. He had no idea how fast they could move or the potential of their true power.

God, he wanted to, though.

If he could persuade one of them to work for him, then it would truly change the odds.

Still, she got under his skin. Nikolay ordered the lights to be dimmed in the room after the scientist had told them the baby was not doing well.

Now he was somewhat regretting it. The vampires had Elizabeth. He’d lied when he said he didn’t care. He did. She was carrying his fucking child.

His heir to the Bratva.

So they were at a stalemate, and he was trying to work out what hand to play.

Or if he had one.

Brayden Moretti would kill him if he found him. Or could reach him. So he wouldn’t let that happen. The vampires couldn’t get into this facility. The downside of that was that Nikolay couldn’t leave.

That was assuming they knew where he was.

He was confident they didn’t.

A few of his soldiers had been killed in Manhattan this week, which meant they were still searching there. So he was still ahead of the game.

Aside from the fact they had Elizabeth.

Fuck it.

In the beginning she was nothing more than a hot pussy. Now she was so much more, and he wanted her back. But he also had to protect their production plans.

If this all fell over, he would be dead in months.

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