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“Then, you should probably cut your losses and release her so that you can make your escape while you still can,” Jill said,watching Elizabeth slowly shake her head as her gaze landed on Shane.

“I can’t very well leave without my consolation prize, now, can I?”

CHAPTER 65

“Fucking shifters,” Logan managed to get out on a groan as he stepped over the shifter that shoved a fucking stake into his back when he wasn’t looking.

He stumbled the rest of the way until he reached the wall. Slowly exhaling, Logan closed his eyes and pressed his forehead against the wall as he reached back and-

“Fuck!”

-pulled the stake out of his back. He released the bloody stake on the floor as he swallowed hard against the pain threatening to drop him on his ass.

Christ, that fucking hurt, Logan thought numbly as he pushed away from the wall and forced his legs to move. He ignored the warm blood saturating his wet shirt, the pain tearing through his back with every step he took as the ribs that the shifter broke ground themselves against the muscle in his back and headed towards the tunnel where he’d been forced to watch the bitch disappear with his little girl a few minutes ago.

He was going to rip her fucking throat out, Logan decided as he was forced to slap his hand against the tunnel wall while he kept moving, praying that she didn’t leave with his little girl. Formore than eight hundred years, she’d managed to hide from him and if she left this house with Emma before he could stop her…

He’d never see his little girl again.

Logan kept moving, forcing his legs to keep going as he ignored the excruciating pain tearing through his back and-

“You’re not looking so good, leech,” came the bored announcement that had Logan looking up to find the large Sentinel that promised to break every bone in his body before he shoved a stake through his heart if he ever saw him again sitting at the large dining room table, absently rolling a stake between his fingertips.

Thank-fucking God.

“Where’s your father?” Logan demanded as he continued moving, too fucking desperate to save his family to slow down.

“Fast asleep in bed with his mate,” Chris drawled, making everything inside him go still.

“You better be fucking kidding me,” Logan said hollowly, looking back to find the Sentinel watching him curiously.

“Not even a little bit,” Chris said, still absently rolling that stake between his fingertips. “My father wasn’t coping very well with the loss of my sister, so I asked my little munchkin to clone his phone for me and make sure that all of his calls and texts came to me first. So, when I received your phone call, I just couldn’t resist.”

“Get your father,” Logan bit out.

“Now, why would I want to do that?” Chris asked, pushing his chair back as he slowly stood up.

“I don’t have time to play this fucking game with you, Sentinel. Get your father!” Logan snapped.

“I’m curious about something,” Chris drawled, ignoring him as he made his way around the table. “How exactly did a group of shifters and humans make it past the front door?”

“It’s a long fucking story,” Logan said as he stumbled towards the door.

“I have time while I debate whether I want to shove this stake through your chest now or stretch it out for a bit,” Chris said conversationally as he joined him.

“While you figure it out, stay the fuck out of my way,” Logan said only to feel his stomach drop when he heard Shane’s scream of agony.

“That better not be what I think it is,” Chris bit out coldly. “Tell me that you really didn’t lock one of the shifter children in the fucking basement.”

“Dad!” Shane screamed as Logan moved faster, desperate to get to his son and-

“Start fucking talking,” Chris said, stepping in front of him.

“Get out of my way,” Logan bit out as he shoved past the Sentinel.

“You never should have touched her,” Chris said as he grabbed hold of Logan’s arm to stop him.

“And you never should have let her go,” Logan bit out as he yanked his arm free and kept moving.

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