Immortal Craving: Immortal Heart by Magen McMinimy, Cynthia Shepp Page A

reasonable one among his brothers. So the gleam in his eye seemed out of place but had perked his interest.
    “Talk to me, brother,” Kale smiled.
     
     
     

Chapter Thirteen
     
     
    “This is your big plan?” Kale grumbled as he surveyed the crowded bar.
    “I know it seems out of character for me, but my real plan comes into play once we find her.”
    Kale, Lothar, and Cree were taking up a corner booth in a college bar. Kale’s failed attempts at research had ended with him frustrated beyond belief and him and his brothers trying their hand at a simpler way of locating her.
    They were in their fourth bar of the night, bouncing between college hangouts near where Kale had run into the Succubus and been taken out by the Trow . If Katarina was in fact the Succubus he’d followed, then these bars would call to her—even he could feel the sexual energy in the crowded, alcohol-filled room.
    “So you think we’re going to get lucky enough and she’s going to just walk through the door?” Kale complained , his tone filled with derision.
    “That’s the hope,” Cree said as he swallowed the remainder of his scotch. “It may not happen tonight but it’s the best we can do while Lucas tries to find her.”
    “My tequila at home is far better than this swil—” Kale’s eyes drifted to the bar entrance, stunned silence and pain ricocheted through him.
    He was right, she was thinner then he remembered, but the pale gold with platinum running through her long locks was just as he remembered. It looked soft and he guessed even now, fifteen years later, it would still smell as good. He longed to see her eyes, and maybe even feel some sort of emotion from her, but he knew if she saw him he’d have another chase on his hands—but this time she would not get away.
    “Take a breath,” Cree said as he slid from the booth. “You go left, Lothar will go right, and I will be the one to approach her.”
    “You see the goliath of a man behind her?” Kale nodded in their direction.
    “Yep, I see him,” Cree said with a smile.
    “That would be the tree of a Trow she has as protection,” Kale said.
    “Right, new plan,” Cree said, surveying the room. “We need to move them towards the back. Kale, go outside and guard the back exit. We’ll get Katarina and the Trow and bring them to you.”
    Kale hesitated for a second, his eyes reluctant to leave Katarina. She was so damn close. The thing was he couldn’t decide if he was so angry he wanted to haul her off and demand some answers or if he wanted to rush to her and crush his mouth against her softly curved red lips. She looked as sexy as the last time he saw her, still rocking a mix between classy lady and fifties pinup.
    “Go,” Lothar encouraged and lightly pushed Kale towards the dark hall that lead to the bar’s back alley.
    Kale shook his head as he reached the dark blue metal door with a sign saying: “HAVE A GREAT NIGHT FROM ALL OFF US HERE AT MURPHY’S LAW.”
    Murphy’s Law, ironic wasn’t it?
     
    Cree moved like a predator towards the Trow as Lothar headed towards the woman who had destroyed his brother’s heart and nearly killed him. He had liked Katarina and not once had he felt any sort of deceit in her, and now as she realized that two Immortal Warriors had closed in on her and her Trow, all he felt was despair and fear from her.
    “Tell the Trow to behave, Katarina,” Cree said from behind her and her bodyguard.
    “It’s been a long time and you owe a certain warrior some answers,” Lothar added.
    Katarina’s green eyes were wide as she stared at Lothar. How had she been so stupid? It had been a few days since Kale had almost caught her. She should have known, especially with the Succubi killings, that the brothers would be keeping tabs in the area, watching for any Fae that didn’t belong here.
    “Let him go, Lothar,” she said, nodding towards Jake, who hadn’t made a move since Cree stepped close behind him. “He has nothing to