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arms. With a snarl, the cop reared, fighting the grab-and-pull. Water flew, splashing all over the place, throwing the smell of salt in the air, making Rikar want to kill something. MacCord was his first choice. He thought of Angela instead, reminding himself how important the male was to her.
    Bastian leapt from the boat onto the pier. Waiting for the handoff, he crouched at the dock edge as Rikar dragged the cop down the swim platform.
    “D-don’t. Get the f-fuck off.” Half in the water, half out, MacCord struggled, legs kicking up spray, shivering so hard his teeth chattered. “The w-water…I n-need it.”
    “We’ll get you more,” Rikar murmured, hoping to soothe him. The change was never fun. It hurt like hell, and there were no guarantees. Some males didn’t live through it even when they knew what was coming. But MacCord didn’t have a clue, which made guiding him through it all the more dangerous. “I’ll get you want you need, okay? Right now, we need to move.”
    At the end of the platform, Rikar pulled a heave-ho, transferring the male to Bastian. “Ven…you’re up.”
    Claws scraped against steel as Venom took flight. “Where we headed? Myst’s?”
    “Her loft’s our best bet. It’s closest . ” With a grunt, B secured his grip and hauled MacCord out of the water.
    “Windows?” Venom asked, circling overhead.
    “Not secured,” Rikar said, watching the horizon start to glow as he jumped dockside. Grabbing the cop’s feet, he helped Bastian muscle the male to the gangplank, then onto shore. The sooner Venom pulled the grab-and-go, the better. Ten—fifteen—minutes tops before the sun made an appearance. No time like the present to get the hell out of Dodge. “We’ll blanket spell the glass to block the UV rays when we get there.”
    “Roger that.” Wings spread wide, Venom dipped low, came in fast and…
    He and Bastian got ready, legs braced, feet planted as they lifted the cop skyward. MacCord groaned, thrashing like a fish on dry land. And what do you know? Venom treated him like one. Front talons extended, he plucked the male out of thin air, the same way an eagle took a salmon from beneath the surface of the water.
    Not wasting a second, Rikar shifted and launched himself skyward. Midnight-blue scales flashed as Bastian followed suit, taking to the sky behind him. Flying fast, soaring over skyscrapers and rooftops, Rikar kept one eye on the cop, the other on the horizon. A pinky-orange line formed, heralding the rising sun. Not that MacCord cared. Oh, no. The male was too busy swearing and…yeah. Now he was hammering Venom’s talon with his fists.
    Not the brightest move. Considering Venom’s temper.
    “Hey, Ven . ” Increasing his wing speed, Rikar flew alongside his comrade. “Wanna play hot potato?”
    “No time…we’re almost there,” Venom growled, shaking his talon, and the shit out of MacCord. “Otherwise, I’d toss the blockhead over to you . ”
    Banking right, Rikar followed his buddy, coming down through wispy clouds and cold air. Myst’s building lay dead ahead. A five-story walk-up, the brick glowed pink with the coming dawn, tall, arching windows nothing but black holes in its face.
    “Around back,” B said, bringing up the rear. “Fifth-floor balcony.”
    Extending his wings to full capacity, Rikar caught air, using the webbing to slow his flight. As he rounded the corner of the building, he mind-spoke to Bastian, “Sloan got something waiting for us?”
    “He called an escort service . ”
    Venom huffed. “A hooker?”
    “MacCord needs a female . ” Waiting for Venom to clear out of the way, Rikar circled left into a holding pattern. “A professional…one we can pay to service him and mind-scrub after.”
    Shifting to human form in midair, Venom dropped to the balcony below. As his combat boots connected with concrete, he ignored the cop’s curse, tossed him over his shoulder, and headed toward the patio doors. “Good plan . ”
    “I hope