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“No.” He shook his head.
“They’re about a mile down the road from the gate,” she told us.
“Your range is fuckin’ impressive, darlin’,” Gray commented, sounding genuinely impressed. Hell, it surprised me. Gray’s range with his power wasn’t horrible, but it was restricted to the more immediate area. Considering the sheer size of the private airport, the fact that she could manipulate and feel the air a mile down from the gate was impressive.
We all fell silent. The tension of the situation wracked its way through my muscles as every single one of them felt it. Gray’s hand touched my forearm, and he gave me a small squeeze.
“It’ll be all right,” he told me softly. “Just a lil’ longer, and it’ll be you and me on a tropical island with not a fuckin’ care in the world.”
“I know,” I said. I didn’t believe it—not fully. There was still some deep part of me that wasn’t trusting enough to believe that Sam and the others had the foolproof plan they claimed they did. I’d said the words to Gray, but the longer I thought about it, the more I struggled with it.
“Tell me again why we don’t have costumes?” Gray asked. I recognized his attempt to distract me and appreciated it.
“Because there’s no way in hell that you’d get me in one of those,” I retorted. That was the God’s honest truth. I was good without the skin-tight gear and comic book masks.
“I want one.”
“Of course, you do.”No surprise there.
“Quiet now,” Nash snapped. “We ain’t got time for that shit.”
Even as he said the last words, the silent alarm triggered, the bright red warning light flashing over our heads.
We weren’t alone.
CHAPTER 38
Here.” Sam handed us two earpieces. “To keep in touch.”
“Okay,” I said as I shoved one in my ear, and Ryder did the same.
“I need you two to go down to the next hangar door,” he instructed.
“Why—”
“Don’t open it until Andrea tells you to,” he continued over me. Behind him, Nash and Cole moved in the opposite direction.
“Yeah, because that don’t sound shady as fuck,” I retorted.
“Do you want to kill some vampires or not?” he demanded.
“Fucker,” I shot back, making him smirk. Unwilling to let him get too far, I slipped my fingers through Ryder’s. As I did, I dipped in my power, wrapping him up in it—feeling every little bit of him. Keeping him close.
Now that I had him, I wasn’t letting him go.
“Nobody moves until I say so,” Andrea said loud and clear in my ear.
“Why ain’t we done this whole Bluetooth thing before?” I asked over my shoulder to Ryder. How many times had we relied on yelling or crappy hand signals to get our messages across to one another?
“Shut up,” she snapped.
I debated a sarcastic remark, but in the end, I kept it to myself. I focused on Ryder and getting to the next hangar door. I damn near walked backward to keep an eye on him as well as watch for whatever the hell it was that they had planned.
Flood lights turned on, and I immediately wished they hadn’t. Down the runway, the four vampires stood there—stoic and ugly as fuck with their skull heads and fangs too long for their mouths.
My hunter instincts went into overdrive, buzzing erratically at the back of my skull while my heart rate kicked up.Jesus Christ.They were utterly terrifying.
My hand tightened around Ryder’s as if that’d do anything.
