Page 67 of Anger

“Will he remember us?” Swamp Creature asked.

“No. He’ll never know.” Vampire grinned.

“Good. Let’s go,” Dullahan declared, looking around him. “We are too in the open.”

“Call Mary. We need to support Mac,” Vampire agreed.

Luckily for them, Mary only needed a sliver of mirror to open a portal, and she did so instantly. Usually, they carried a small pocket mirror but, in their haste, they’d forgotten it. And plus, mirrors were abundant nowadays.

Mac

He looked at the text he received.

“Turn around, we’re heading the wrong way. Lanie is at the old glass works,” he announced.

“Damn, that makes sense,” Ranson said, spinning the wheel. He performed an illegal U-turn and shot off down a dual carriageway in the direction of the immense building. It’d been used for a multitude of things, but there were rooms underneath that had been used to store dangerous materials, so it made sense why Mac couldn’t feel Lanie.

Fear was coiling in his gut. Because Vampire had confirmed that the van had been empty and only Simon had been inside. Which meant either someone else had Lanie or Alainen had caught her. And if Alainen had Lanie, she didn’t have long at all.

“Put your foot down,” Mac demanded hoarsely. Lanie’s life was in danger; he sensed it deep in his gut.

Lanie/Lamia

Lanie came to with a groan. Her jaw hurt, and she nearly screamed in frustration when she saw she was back in the cellar. It was still lit, but the cameras had been smashed to smithereens. Lanie was tied to a table, and she yanked on her bonds.

“Irideesa, how could you betray me?” Alainen murmured as he ran his finger down her cheek.

“Who are you?” Lanie demanded. She needed to buy time, and the best way was to play innocent.

“Stop the games,” Alainen replied and slapped her cheek gently. He turned her face roughly to look at him, and Lanie flinched. Alainen’s face creased in anger.

“The scar, Irideesa, look at how you marked me. A warrior of God!” Alainen snarled.

“I don’t know who she is, please let me go,” Lanie begged.

Alainen leant closer and licked the side of her face.

Lanie squirmed.

“Do not lie, Irideesa. Do you think I don’t recognise my own mate?”

“I’m not your friend, we’ve never met?” Lanie denied.

“Stop!” Alainen boomed. “Drop your glamour, or heaven help me, I’ll harm you.”

“I have no clue who you’re talking about. You are all freaking whack jobs. Monsters and strange names and warriors of God. Lunatics!” Lanie yelled.

She hoped to see a momentary doubt in Alainen’s eyes, but instead, they hardened. He drew a dagger from his waist, and Lanie swallowed hard.

Without a word, Alainen stabbed downwards, and Lanie screamed. Alainen stroked her face as he murmured to her. Tears fell from Lanie’s eyes as she saw the dagger enter through her arm and embed into the table.

“Look what you made me do. Irideesa, just drop the glamour,” Alainen muttered.

“That’s what every abusive male says!” Lanie cried.

Alainen’s countenance darkened, and Lanie struggled to get free. He yanked the dagger free and stabbed her other hand. Lanie’s screams bounced off the small room as Alainen once again stroked her.

“Irideesa, you’re my mate, I’d know you anywhere,” Alainen said. “But you betrayed me. Broke our mate bond, do you have any idea of the agony I was in? Did you care?”

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