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the mountains.
She wanted to look behind her to see if anyone followed, but she couldn’t chance it. The terrain was uneven and dangerous to someone who didn’t know what they were doing—which meant her.
Her purse banged against her outer thigh roughly enough to leave a bruise. It was nothing compared to the ache in her shoulder. Her boots worked well as she hit the base of the mountains and started her climb. The landscape sloped gently for a ways, and the trees would easily cover her.
Sammi began to smile. This was how she was going to get them off her trail for good. Or so she thought until fifteen minutes later when the climb went nearly vertical and her thighs burned so badly she could barely go another step.
* * *
Tristan let Banan have the man who remained behind in the Lexus as he took the two who raced after Sammi. He didn’t bother following them, because he knew they would take the same path Sammi had taken. Instead, he waited in the trees.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Sammi make her way higher onto the mountain even if her ascent had slowed to a snail’s pace.
But it was the men who had driven her to it. Anger coursed hotly, vibrantly … dangerously through him as he turned back to the approaching men. They wore jeans and plain dark-colored shirts, but there was no denying the glimpse of guns he saw tucked into the waist of their pants.
Tristan flattened his back against a pine and waited until the two reached the trees and passed him. He took two steps after them.
He lifted his arms and place a palm on each of their chests as he came up between them. They halted in surprise, giving him enough time to elbow one in the nose before he turned and punched the other in the face.
Both men fell soundlessly to the ground.
“You didna leave me one to play with,” Banan said as he rushed up, though there was no smile on his face.
“They didna give me much sport either.”
As one they turned to the mountain.
“We could follow her,” Banan suggested.
Tristan shook his head. “She’ll keep fighting us and try to sneak out again. She believes she’ll lead them to us.”
“Aye,” Banan said with a loud sigh. “We can no’ tell her who we really are.”
“She’s no’ stupid. She’ll figure it out when Jane doesna age.”
Banan kicked a fallen log. “I know. Jane was trying to use that argument last night with me. The fact remains she can no’ be alone.”
“I’ll follow her.”
Banan eyed him with his gray gaze. “If she knows she’s being followed she’s likely to do something foolish.”
“I’ll be in the sky. She’ll never know I’m there.”
Banan nodded. “See to her then. I’ll take these two along with the one in the SUV and see if we can get anything out of them.”
“Whoever is masterminding this can no’ know we’ve stopped them.”
A sly smile pulled at Banan’s lips. “Oh, he willna. How easily you forget that Guy can wipe memories, my friend.”
Tristan chuckled. He almost wanted to be there and be a part of hearing Ulrik’s name declared their leader. Then he thought of Sammi.
“Keep her safe,” Banan said.
He clapped Banan on the shoulder and rushed to the base of the mountain so he could get a better view of Sammi. He would wait until the cover of darkness before he took to the skies. Until then, he would have to follow her at a distance, but close enough to help if the Dark Fae decided to show themselves again.
* * *
It didn’t take long for Banan and the others to get the men to a secluded location. They had the three in chairs but didn’t bother with tying their hands or feet.
“Wakey, wakey,” Laith said as he slapped the first man viciously.
The man shook his head and blinked several times before he rubbed his jaw and looked around him. “Where am I?”
Banan remained leaning against the wall. “Give me your name.”
“Fuck you,” the man snarled.
Rhys landed a hard punch in his kidney, leaving the
She wanted to look behind her to see if anyone followed, but she couldn’t chance it. The terrain was uneven and dangerous to someone who didn’t know what they were doing—which meant her.
Her purse banged against her outer thigh roughly enough to leave a bruise. It was nothing compared to the ache in her shoulder. Her boots worked well as she hit the base of the mountains and started her climb. The landscape sloped gently for a ways, and the trees would easily cover her.
Sammi began to smile. This was how she was going to get them off her trail for good. Or so she thought until fifteen minutes later when the climb went nearly vertical and her thighs burned so badly she could barely go another step.
* * *
Tristan let Banan have the man who remained behind in the Lexus as he took the two who raced after Sammi. He didn’t bother following them, because he knew they would take the same path Sammi had taken. Instead, he waited in the trees.
He glanced over his shoulder to see Sammi make her way higher onto the mountain even if her ascent had slowed to a snail’s pace.
But it was the men who had driven her to it. Anger coursed hotly, vibrantly … dangerously through him as he turned back to the approaching men. They wore jeans and plain dark-colored shirts, but there was no denying the glimpse of guns he saw tucked into the waist of their pants.
Tristan flattened his back against a pine and waited until the two reached the trees and passed him. He took two steps after them.
He lifted his arms and place a palm on each of their chests as he came up between them. They halted in surprise, giving him enough time to elbow one in the nose before he turned and punched the other in the face.
Both men fell soundlessly to the ground.
“You didna leave me one to play with,” Banan said as he rushed up, though there was no smile on his face.
“They didna give me much sport either.”
As one they turned to the mountain.
“We could follow her,” Banan suggested.
Tristan shook his head. “She’ll keep fighting us and try to sneak out again. She believes she’ll lead them to us.”
“Aye,” Banan said with a loud sigh. “We can no’ tell her who we really are.”
“She’s no’ stupid. She’ll figure it out when Jane doesna age.”
Banan kicked a fallen log. “I know. Jane was trying to use that argument last night with me. The fact remains she can no’ be alone.”
“I’ll follow her.”
Banan eyed him with his gray gaze. “If she knows she’s being followed she’s likely to do something foolish.”
“I’ll be in the sky. She’ll never know I’m there.”
Banan nodded. “See to her then. I’ll take these two along with the one in the SUV and see if we can get anything out of them.”
“Whoever is masterminding this can no’ know we’ve stopped them.”
A sly smile pulled at Banan’s lips. “Oh, he willna. How easily you forget that Guy can wipe memories, my friend.”
Tristan chuckled. He almost wanted to be there and be a part of hearing Ulrik’s name declared their leader. Then he thought of Sammi.
“Keep her safe,” Banan said.
He clapped Banan on the shoulder and rushed to the base of the mountain so he could get a better view of Sammi. He would wait until the cover of darkness before he took to the skies. Until then, he would have to follow her at a distance, but close enough to help if the Dark Fae decided to show themselves again.
* * *
It didn’t take long for Banan and the others to get the men to a secluded location. They had the three in chairs but didn’t bother with tying their hands or feet.
“Wakey, wakey,” Laith said as he slapped the first man viciously.
The man shook his head and blinked several times before he rubbed his jaw and looked around him. “Where am I?”
Banan remained leaning against the wall. “Give me your name.”
“Fuck you,” the man snarled.
Rhys landed a hard punch in his kidney, leaving the
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