Page 134 of The Vampire's Storm

“Um, try his eyeball.” She cringed.

Logan grabbed the other side of the body and with Brayden’s assistance they peeled back his eyelid and held it up to the scanner.

A small green light appeared.

Ping.

Bingo.

They dropped the body and Brayden yanked open the door.

“Willow!” he screamed, flying in.

“Fuck.” Craig growled and raced in after him.

They all came to a flying stop and banged into the back of the prince.

Who was frozen.

Staring at Willow, who was standing next to Nikolay with tears pouring down our face.

“Bray,” she whimpered.

Power shook from the prince like a fucking atomic bomb as Logan glanced over at the cell.

Baby Princess Isabella lay in there alone.

Quietly.

“Oh god,” Brooklyn cried, slapping a hand over her mouth.

“She has very little oxygen left. You need to leave.” Willow’s voice shook. “Please.”

Holy fucking hell.

“I am not leaving,” Brayden rasped darkly.

“If you kill these men, we can’t get in there.” Willow gasped, shaking. “She will die, Bray.”

Christ.

This couldn’t be happening.

Around him, Logan could hear the furious breaths of his fellow warriors as they all stood there, powerless.

Six of the most powerful vampires in the world.

Fucking powerless.

“Open the cage or I will kill you,” Brayden growled.

“Well, no. That’s not how this is going to play out,” the Russian replied calmly.

Logan slid his arm slowly around the back of Brooklyn and tugged her closer.

This was a very delicate situation, and he wasn’t sure any of them were getting out of here alive.

Jesus, the baby princess.

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