Page 29 of Claimed By Blood

“Samuel has a way to kill our sire.” I watch the information sink in. “He was afraid in that meeting, wasn’t he?”

Her fangs worry her lip, her already pale skin going ghostly. “Yes,” she whispers. “He was.”

“We’re going to find out what it is. Then we’re going to use it.”

Morwen scoffs. “What she’s saying is; we’ll either die a painful death, or finally earn our freedom from the dickhead.”

Immy’s hands fly to her cheeks, a grin spreading over them. “This is all for Frost, isn’t it? You still love him?” Her squeal is so loud it actually hurts my ears. “Ohmygoodness, Evie, that’s adorable! Two lovebirds, caught in a quest to vanquish anything which might keep them apart!”

Draven looks at her like she’s gone insane, but I’m actually relieved. Immy’s reaction couldn’t have been any moreImmyif she’d tried.

She’s wrong, of course. I can’t allow myself to love Frost again. Not after what happened the last time. Part of me worries that Cain has so thoroughly destroyed any hope I might have of feeling the emotion for anyone—even Finn and Silas. The pack deserves someone who isn’t afraid to confess their feelings.

“My point is, if you want out, this is the time to say so.” I aim the statement at the other three women, knowing without a doubt that Draven is on board. “I won’t take it personally.”

“No way,” Immy replies. “I told you. You’re my sister. Nothing trumps that, not anymore.”

“We’re doing this,” Mia adds, giving Morwen a slow smile. “I won’t say I want that bastard dead more than all of you do, but I think I’m pretty close.”

The sigh of relief which works its way free of my chest is long and audible. Part of me was convinced that Immy was going to object then and there—and in many ways that would’ve been simpler. At least then her true motives would’ve been out there.

For now, all I can do is keep moving forward, and hope. With that decided, I leave my glum thoughts for another day, and allow myself to finally feel the anticipation that’s been building since I realised tonight is the night that I’ll finally see the rest of my thralls again.

CHAPTERNINE

FROST

We’ve securedthe plane and settled in by the time Morwen’s black military hover tank slides to a stop beside it. It’s a small luxury jet with only a dozen seats and a tiny bedroom at the back. It belongs to Cain, so it’s probably loaded with trackers, but that doesn’t matter. We’ve filled the thing with enough signal jammers to take out a satellite. So what if it makes him suspicious? We’re going to dump it at the nearest airfield and take our own craft anyway.

By the time he realises what we’ve done, he’ll be too late.

Currently, Silas, Finn, and I are pressed up against the windows, not even trying to pretend we aren’t ridiculously eager for our first glimpse of her. Finn could’ve flown this thing, but Gideon needs to feel in control right now, so he’s the one in the cockpit, doing… whatever needs to be done to get this thing in the air. I bet he’s watching too. Vane is the only one of us not openly gawking. He’s sitting beside his brother in front of me, but his body is still subtly angled towards the window, and I bet he’s aware of everything going on outside.

Eve would laugh if she could see us right now.

Morwenna climbs out of the car first, followed by Immy. I didn’t expect both of them, but I trust Eve knows what she’s doing.

There she is.So much of the tension I didn’t even realise I’ve been holding evaporates as she climbs out of the car behind Immy. She looks good. Better than good. She looks beautiful. Her dress is the same as it was before, but she’s pulled the hood up to hide her face.

Look at me,I silently urge her.

As if she can hear my thoughts, she looks up and catches my gaze through the window. Her icy eyes soften slightly, and I wink at her, letting her know that our part of the plan is done.

The pilot has been knocked out, and the crew has been reassigned. We’re the only ones on board.

“Could you be any more obvious?” Vane hisses. “We don’t know if they’re all up to speed with the plan yet.”

True, but as I watch, Evie nods.

Then two people I didn’t expect exit the military hover vehicle after her. One is a female lycan I wouldneverhave expected to see anywhere near the daughters of Cain, and the other is Draven.

“Why thefuckis Mia here?” Silas’s growl is so deep it vibrates in the air around us. “She’s supposed to be safe with that pack in Paris!”

“Mia’s here?” Vane shoves his brother out of the way so he can look for himself. “Fuck.”

The older brother looks about three seconds away from ripping the plane apart and setting the whole thing on fire.

If there’s one thing neither of the betas can handle, it’s the idea of their baby sister anywhere near Cain. Does letting the omega break the news to them make me a coward? Probably. But I want to live long enough to experience a completed thrall bond with Eve.

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