Page 64 of The Death God
Gregory crouched low and studied the cabin. Several people had come and gone, some in combat gear, some in black scrubs. He hadn’t seen Amell anywhere, but he suspected he was still out.
When there was a rustle nearby, he pulled one of the knives he’d strapped on before he left the castle. Soon the scent of wolf reached him, and he relaxed his stance a fraction. He didn’t trust it, who knew what the psychics could make him feel, but he preferred the scent of wolf to almost anything else right this moment.
Alaric crept closer, and Gregory let out a breath.
“Anything?” He spoke so low, Gregory had to strain to hear him.
“People are coming and going. I don’t know how many. I haven’t seen Amell since they carried him inside. He’s most likely still out.”
Alaric had a deadly gleam in his eyes. “Do we attack?”
Gregory shrugged. “A car left not too long ago with two men in combat gear and three people dressed in black. The blond female was one of them, but the strong guy is still inside. I’ve informed Rufus.” Gregory wanted to say the strong man was the biggest threat, but what skills did the others have?
“The woman is Echo. She can trace connections.”
Gregory stared at him. “Connections as in?”
“As in when she has Amell, she knows where Himeros is and vice versa.”
Ice filled his veins. “The castle.” He fumbled with the phone to text Rufus again.
“Mmm. Rufus has ten of my wolves. Good guys who know how to fight.”
Gregory had to get back. He had to make sure Thanatos wasn’t taken or hurt. He started to move only to freeze when the door to the cabin opened once more. A man in combat gear stepped outside and lit a cigarette.
Alaric sent Gregory a look with a raised eyebrow.
“Pick them off one by one?” It wasn’t often they came out one at a time, but now he had backup. Even if they came out two at a time, they could take them.
Alaric nodded. “I have people surrounding the cabin.”
“I’ll run straight through.” He hoped he wasn’t miscalculating, but if the man was human, he could sprint, wring his neck, and run with him into the foliage across the front yard of the cabin in only a few seconds.
Another nod from Alaric, then Gregory was moving. He ran as fast as he could without making any sounds, and the man was too focused on his cigarette to notice him before he was in his space. He opened his mouth, but Gregory didn’t give him any opportunity to make a sound. He grabbed him, twisted his neck, and ran while still holding on to his head, dragging the limp body into the trees on the other side. He almost collided with a large male who stared at Gregory with wide eyes. Wolf. “Sorry.” Gregory veered a little to the side and dumped the body.
“Not at all. That was crazy fast.”
Gregory didn’t reply. He could tell the wolf wasn’t used to vampires, but he should’ve known how fast they could be.
They waited in silence for several minutes. Someone should come to investigate, but time slid by.
Right as Gregory considered running across to the other side to be able to talk to Alaric again, the door opened. This time a woman stepped out. She was dressed in black scrubs, and Gregory glanced at the wolf next to him. What the fuck should they do with the psychics?
She looked around, and no one moved. When she took a hesitant step toward where Alaric was hiding, Gregory got ready to sprint. She moved to the corner of the cabin and peered around it. He gave the wolf one last look, then he ran. He grabbed her from behind before she saw him coming, wrapped a hand over her mouth and nose and wound one arm around her middle. She was a slight little thing, and he carried her without problem into the woods.
Alaric looked between him and the woman. “Which one is it?”
“No idea.” There was a strange pull inside of him. The one who prevented lies, perhaps. It was as if she pulled the words out of his mouth.
“How many are inside the cabin?” Alaric glared into the woman’s eyes. With some hesitation, she held up seven fingers. Fuck, it was more than he’d believed. Then she shook her head and folded one finger, leaving six.
“Seven with the man who stepped outside to have a smoke?”
She answered Alaric’s question with a nod.
“How many psychics?”
She folded two more fingers, leaving four up.
