didn’t want to be left alone with his thoughts, and the startling burst of fear he’d felt when Geli had told him she’d contacted her friends.
That she was able to do that scared him. He didn’t want her to have any way to get away from him. He told himself it was because he owed her a debt of punishment, but part of him knew it was more than that. Letting the beautiful phoenix go was something he was unwilling—no, unable to do. He clenched his hands on the steering bars of the snow machine and the leather of his gloves creaked.
Had the phoenix come through from their dimension to come and rescue her? He wasn’t sure, but they weren’t taking Angelica away from him. He would go rescue them, because…Why the hell was he racing out like a knight on a motorized war horse to go save Eternals who were going to try and take her away?
He shook his head when he realized why.
Angelica had asked him to, and as much as he wanted to punish her, he always seemed to end up doing what she wanted him to anyway.
“Idiot,” he muttered to himself.
The roar of Clint’s snow cat sounded and Colt started the engine of his snow machine. The snow cat had a cab. They’d be able to squeeze at least two Eternals in there.
Colt stood up on the machine and pointed in the direction he was going, and then revved the engine and took off in the direction he had pointed out. He had a good idea where they were. He had grown up in these wilds. He knew every part of it the way he knew his face in a mirror.
He would go save the phoenix that had come to save Geli, and he’d lock them up in an unused cabin until he could convince them they were leaving without his mate.
She was marked. She was his. What he did with Angelica had nothing to do with these creatures that had come to fetch her back. She was his prize, his payment for what they’d done to him. He clenched his teeth at the memories, then sped up. He tried to stick to roads, not that any part of this territory had much in the way of real roads. They were more like paths made by the snow machines and other vehicles the inhabitants used to get around, and of course the game trails.
Jericho was close behind him, and the snow cat trailed a bit further back. It wasn’t as fast, but Colt knew that Clint would be able to follow their trail even if they were out of sight.
It took them two hours to find the cabin where Colt suspected the phoenix had taken shelter. The driving snow and whiteout conditions hadn’t helped. It was supposed to be a ten-minute trip.
Colt parked the snowmobile and swung off it, jumping to the ground, and regretting it when he sank knee deep in a drift. He cursed under his breath and pulled himself out. Jericho soon arrived and they had approached from behind the cabin, but they’d made enough noise, so why was no one coming out?
Were they even alive? Colt knew that Geli didn’t do well in the cold, and he suspected it had something to do with the fact that she was a phoenix. Fire was part of her makeup. He’d left her with two fires burning despite the fact that she could possibly contact someone else, just because he hated to see her hurting from the cold.
He called himself an idiot again and waded through the deep snow. Jericho was next to him before he reached the other side of the building.
As Colt stepped around the corner he caught a flash of something in his peripheral vision and ducked just as a large piece of wood came slashing past his face.
“What the fuck!” he yelled and grabbed the plank, jerking it out of the hands of his assailant. He turned to swing it and stopped it just in time as a short woman stepped between him and the man who had swung the wood.
Jericho braced himself for attack, too.
She held up her hands. “Wait! Sorry, we didn’t mean to attack.”
“Looked like he had every intention of putting a dent in my friend’s head, lady,” Jericho pointed out, glaring at the tall man standing behind the woman.
“I’m
That she was able to do that scared him. He didn’t want her to have any way to get away from him. He told himself it was because he owed her a debt of punishment, but part of him knew it was more than that. Letting the beautiful phoenix go was something he was unwilling—no, unable to do. He clenched his hands on the steering bars of the snow machine and the leather of his gloves creaked.
Had the phoenix come through from their dimension to come and rescue her? He wasn’t sure, but they weren’t taking Angelica away from him. He would go rescue them, because…Why the hell was he racing out like a knight on a motorized war horse to go save Eternals who were going to try and take her away?
He shook his head when he realized why.
Angelica had asked him to, and as much as he wanted to punish her, he always seemed to end up doing what she wanted him to anyway.
“Idiot,” he muttered to himself.
The roar of Clint’s snow cat sounded and Colt started the engine of his snow machine. The snow cat had a cab. They’d be able to squeeze at least two Eternals in there.
Colt stood up on the machine and pointed in the direction he was going, and then revved the engine and took off in the direction he had pointed out. He had a good idea where they were. He had grown up in these wilds. He knew every part of it the way he knew his face in a mirror.
He would go save the phoenix that had come to save Geli, and he’d lock them up in an unused cabin until he could convince them they were leaving without his mate.
She was marked. She was his. What he did with Angelica had nothing to do with these creatures that had come to fetch her back. She was his prize, his payment for what they’d done to him. He clenched his teeth at the memories, then sped up. He tried to stick to roads, not that any part of this territory had much in the way of real roads. They were more like paths made by the snow machines and other vehicles the inhabitants used to get around, and of course the game trails.
Jericho was close behind him, and the snow cat trailed a bit further back. It wasn’t as fast, but Colt knew that Clint would be able to follow their trail even if they were out of sight.
It took them two hours to find the cabin where Colt suspected the phoenix had taken shelter. The driving snow and whiteout conditions hadn’t helped. It was supposed to be a ten-minute trip.
Colt parked the snowmobile and swung off it, jumping to the ground, and regretting it when he sank knee deep in a drift. He cursed under his breath and pulled himself out. Jericho soon arrived and they had approached from behind the cabin, but they’d made enough noise, so why was no one coming out?
Were they even alive? Colt knew that Geli didn’t do well in the cold, and he suspected it had something to do with the fact that she was a phoenix. Fire was part of her makeup. He’d left her with two fires burning despite the fact that she could possibly contact someone else, just because he hated to see her hurting from the cold.
He called himself an idiot again and waded through the deep snow. Jericho was next to him before he reached the other side of the building.
As Colt stepped around the corner he caught a flash of something in his peripheral vision and ducked just as a large piece of wood came slashing past his face.
“What the fuck!” he yelled and grabbed the plank, jerking it out of the hands of his assailant. He turned to swing it and stopped it just in time as a short woman stepped between him and the man who had swung the wood.
Jericho braced himself for attack, too.
She held up her hands. “Wait! Sorry, we didn’t mean to attack.”
“Looked like he had every intention of putting a dent in my friend’s head, lady,” Jericho pointed out, glaring at the tall man standing behind the woman.
“I’m
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