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understandable.
“Positive. Go!”
Pushing to her feet, she gave Sariel a nervous smile. “Thanks. See you soon.”
“And with any luck I’ll get to meet this brother of yours.”
Emotion clogged her throat, so she opted not to answer. Instead, she heaved a deep breath, stepped around the back of the SUV, and began to walk slowly toward the group that was gathered next to two of the Hueys, busy holstering guns and strapping on knives. Part of her was relieved to see some good old-fashioned artillery in the midst of all the crazy I’m-not-human crap. The other part was worried that Sariel was wrong about the spell working around these guys.
But no one noticed as she walked right up to the group. What a freaky trip. Damn, she’d love to use this trick on the guys back at the station.
Nick slung a pack over his shoulder. “Kalen, you and Hammer ride with me.” The Sorcerer and the bald man, who she guessed to be Hammer, answered in the affirmative. Jaxon, Zan, and Ryon headed for the second copter.
Four pilots climbed into the copters, a pilot and a copilot for each. Since they hadn’t been introduced earlier as team members, and weren’t armed, she figured they might be hired as needed per mission. This would leave the rest of the team free to deal with whatever they were facing.
Rowan hovered as the two groups of three separated and began to board the copters. Just as she took a step, Nick whirled and gazed in her direction with a frown. Heart pounding, she froze. He searched, and at one point his eyes actually met hers, causing the spit to dry up in her mouth. How the hell could he sense someone there when the others hadn’t?
After a few nerve-racking moments the boss turnedand climbed aboard his waiting Huey. Rowan hurried to scramble into the other one. No way was she taking a chance on some psychic dude ferreting her out before she was ready.
The men got settled. Spotting an empty jump seat at the back, she sat down and tried to calm her fears. Not for herself, but for what she might find when she saw her brother.
A hum sounded overhead—the roof hatch opening. The Hueys geared up for takeoff, shuddered, and lifted, the noise deafening.
She was in this op for the long haul now.
No turning back.
Four
H
elp me. God, please.
Or just let me die.
Aric curled into the fetal position on the grimy concrete floor of his cage and tried to breathe through the agony. But the pain wrapped around his ribs, squeezed his lungs, so that drawing in air was nearly impossible. Every inch of his body throbbed, and his balls burned and ached where Bowman had taken what didn’t belong to him. But all his equipment down there was still accounted for, not that it would matter soon.
Never had he wished for death. That was before he’d been treated worse than an animal, before he’d experienced the worst of humanity and had it driven home that if his team didn’t find him, and soon, this was the end of his life.
I want to go out on my own terms. Not bound and stripped for parts until there’s nothing left and they stick a needle in my arm.
He opened his bleary eyes, squinted, and thenwinced as even the dim light coming from the adjoining lab pierced his brain like a laser. Twisting his head, he saw nothing but bars all around and above him, a miniature prison not even tall enough to stand in.
It’s a damned dog kennel.
If he’d been capable of laughing, he would’ve. Reaching out, he skimmed a shaking hand along the floor, cursing that he was too weak to raise his fucking arm. If he could barely move, he sure as hell wouldn’t have the strength to do himself in.
Goddamn, he couldn’t believe he was being forced to consider that kind of shit. Pissed, he used every ounce of strength to push himself to a sitting position. It took several minutes and when it was finally accomplished, he leaned his bare back against the bars—an act that probably took off several strips of skin.
“Fuck!” Pitching forward,
“Positive. Go!”
Pushing to her feet, she gave Sariel a nervous smile. “Thanks. See you soon.”
“And with any luck I’ll get to meet this brother of yours.”
Emotion clogged her throat, so she opted not to answer. Instead, she heaved a deep breath, stepped around the back of the SUV, and began to walk slowly toward the group that was gathered next to two of the Hueys, busy holstering guns and strapping on knives. Part of her was relieved to see some good old-fashioned artillery in the midst of all the crazy I’m-not-human crap. The other part was worried that Sariel was wrong about the spell working around these guys.
But no one noticed as she walked right up to the group. What a freaky trip. Damn, she’d love to use this trick on the guys back at the station.
Nick slung a pack over his shoulder. “Kalen, you and Hammer ride with me.” The Sorcerer and the bald man, who she guessed to be Hammer, answered in the affirmative. Jaxon, Zan, and Ryon headed for the second copter.
Four pilots climbed into the copters, a pilot and a copilot for each. Since they hadn’t been introduced earlier as team members, and weren’t armed, she figured they might be hired as needed per mission. This would leave the rest of the team free to deal with whatever they were facing.
Rowan hovered as the two groups of three separated and began to board the copters. Just as she took a step, Nick whirled and gazed in her direction with a frown. Heart pounding, she froze. He searched, and at one point his eyes actually met hers, causing the spit to dry up in her mouth. How the hell could he sense someone there when the others hadn’t?
After a few nerve-racking moments the boss turnedand climbed aboard his waiting Huey. Rowan hurried to scramble into the other one. No way was she taking a chance on some psychic dude ferreting her out before she was ready.
The men got settled. Spotting an empty jump seat at the back, she sat down and tried to calm her fears. Not for herself, but for what she might find when she saw her brother.
A hum sounded overhead—the roof hatch opening. The Hueys geared up for takeoff, shuddered, and lifted, the noise deafening.
She was in this op for the long haul now.
No turning back.
Four
H
elp me. God, please.
Or just let me die.
Aric curled into the fetal position on the grimy concrete floor of his cage and tried to breathe through the agony. But the pain wrapped around his ribs, squeezed his lungs, so that drawing in air was nearly impossible. Every inch of his body throbbed, and his balls burned and ached where Bowman had taken what didn’t belong to him. But all his equipment down there was still accounted for, not that it would matter soon.
Never had he wished for death. That was before he’d been treated worse than an animal, before he’d experienced the worst of humanity and had it driven home that if his team didn’t find him, and soon, this was the end of his life.
I want to go out on my own terms. Not bound and stripped for parts until there’s nothing left and they stick a needle in my arm.
He opened his bleary eyes, squinted, and thenwinced as even the dim light coming from the adjoining lab pierced his brain like a laser. Twisting his head, he saw nothing but bars all around and above him, a miniature prison not even tall enough to stand in.
It’s a damned dog kennel.
If he’d been capable of laughing, he would’ve. Reaching out, he skimmed a shaking hand along the floor, cursing that he was too weak to raise his fucking arm. If he could barely move, he sure as hell wouldn’t have the strength to do himself in.
Goddamn, he couldn’t believe he was being forced to consider that kind of shit. Pissed, he used every ounce of strength to push himself to a sitting position. It took several minutes and when it was finally accomplished, he leaned his bare back against the bars—an act that probably took off several strips of skin.
“Fuck!” Pitching forward,
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