Page 42 of Alien Knight Blind Date Disaster

“I believe Isabella has taken the prisoner in an attempt to find Sevron. She knows Torrin was found and Sevron is missing. She was upset with me for denying her access to the prisoner. She worked for several months to establish links to him and his cohorts. She demanded to speak to the prisoner, even after we left you.”

“And you told her where he was? What possessed you to do that?”

“She asked and I could not deny her.” There. That was the truth, or as close to it as he was going to get before speaking to Isabella and finding out the extent of her powers. One command from her and he’d obeyed like a child. Such a power was not to be broadcast to the world.

“Get her back here. Alive. And bring that Darkoor back, too. I wasn’t done with him.”

“I have summoned my team. We will follow her immediately.”

“Good. I’ve got a squadron of Caldorian warriors gearing up. I have a tracking beacon on my men. Isabella has a five-minute head start. The squadron is heading out in three.”

“We’ll be ready in two.” Furon flashed and swirled with his rising power, the ancient blue runes flashing as terror washed through Falden’s veins like ice water hitting lava. Isabella was out there with a Darkoor. One wrong move and that creature’s teeth would be locked on her throat, draining her dry before devouring her flesh. And there was nothing he could do about it.

The Caldorians would be the distraction he and his team needed to get inside unseen and kill. Every. Single. One. Of. Them.

And if Isabella was hurt?

“Fuuuuuuuck!” He slammed his palm against the wall when his door took too long to open, and he found a grim-faced Gareth standing on the other side.

Gareth stared as if he already knew exactly what was happening.

Cassiel crossed his arms, his own sword shimmering where it was strapped to the Knight’s back. “Never seen you like this, Commander. What happened?” When he said never, he meant never. Not in living memory, and Cassiel was young for an ancient but he’d still been around too many centuries to count.

Gareth cleared his throat. “Isabella happened.”

“Shit.” Vander stood a few feet behind Cassiel. He raised his brows with a half grin. “What did she do?”

“She kidnapped Dagan’s Darkoor prisoner and is taking the creature back to his base.”

“No.” The single word slipped from Gareth’s mouth before Falden’s second in command could stop it. “Is she fucking insane? Have a death wish? She’s human!”

“She’s mine. Understand? We kill first and ask questions later.”

Vander’s half grin became a twisted smile. “Slice up some Darkoor. I like the sound of that. Let’s go.”

With a synchronized motion that spoke of centuries fighting together, the four Knights nodded as one. Each touched a button on their armor and disappeared as if they had never existed at all.

Isabella foughtthe urge to lean on the Caldorian walking behind her and approached the ugly thug standing just outside the doors of one of the seediest nightclubs in town.

Of course they would operate out of a place like this. Old warehouse. Tons of space, above- and belowground. This particular building had two levels of basement; she knew because she’d broken the story on the last set of owners who’d been running a chop shop for stolen cars out of the lower levels.

Stolen cars didn’t sound so bad now, not compared to what she was afraid she would find inside. Stomach churning, she covered her mouth with the back of her hand, stomach acid burning her throat.

“Skinner.” The huge creep guarding the double doors that led inside looked her over with interest. “You’re late. Boss won’t be happy.”

“And just who is your boss?” Isabella asked oh so nicely.

The big guy shrugged. “Don’t know his name.”

“Of course you don’t.” She put on her best fake smile and continued with her plan. “What is your name?”

The big man looked to Skinner, who, as ordered, remained silent. “Boss calls me Spider.”

Isabella inspected the oversize tattoo of a large spider that took up the entire half of the man’s neck and understood exactly where he’d gotten his name. “That a black widow on your neck?”

“Yes, ma’am.” Spider grinned down at her, and she tried not to grimace at the blackened edges of his yellow teeth. Man really needed a dentist. And a new job.

“Are you human?” she asked, batting her lashes at the scum.

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