evil way with him, which had been way more likely than crashing.
Pulling the bike to a halt a block away, she nodded her head toward the large warehouse that overlooked the Red River.
“That’s the place.”
Rage stepped off the bike and removed his helmet, his gaze locked on the brick structure that looked abandoned from a distance. Lucie, however, didn’t miss the new chain link fence that was ten-foot tall and topped with barbed wire. Or the bars that’d recently been added to the windows. Someone didn’t want any stray trespassers having a peek inside.
“Stay here while I check it out,” he murmured.
Lucie reached out to lay her hand on his arm. Shit. She didn’t want him going in there alone.
“I should come with you.”
He shoved back his hair with impatient fingers, clearly anxious to be on the hunt.
“You’re staying here.”
“But––”
“When it comes to geeky stuff, you’re in charge,” he interrupted, tugging off her helmet so he could stare down at her with a ruthless air of authority.
The casual charmer was replaced with the lethal predator.
“Geeky stuff?”
“When it comes to hunting the enemy, I’m in charge.” He reached to cup her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his steady gaze. “Deal?”
Lucie hesitated. Once she agreed, she would be giving her word that she would be stuck waiting for him, even if her every instinct screamed she should be with him. What if he went in and never came out? What if she truly lost him?
The thought made her heart clench with panic.
Unfortunately, she knew that he wasn’t going to leave until he had her promise.
Stubborn cat.
“Deal,” she grudgingly conceded.
Easily sensing how difficult it’d been for her to accept his demand, Rage leaned down to brush his lips lightly over her mouth.
“I’ll come and get you once I’m sure it’s safe.”
She reached up to grasp his sweatshirt, a strange sense of premonition inching down her spine.
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
He paused long enough to steal one last lingering kiss before he was straightening and jogging down the street, staying in the shadows of the nearby buildings. She held her breath as he reached the fence and scaled it with fluid ease. He was fast, but they didn’t know anything about the enemy’s security.
No alarms sounded as he jogged across the empty parking lot and entered through a back window, but Lucie knew that didn’t mean anything.
Crawling off the bike, Lucie stored the helmets before she pulled out her phone. She wanted to call Parish and ask the leader of the Hunters what Rage had said to him earlier. And more importantly, she wanted to make sure he was sending backup in case things went to hell.
She frowned as she scrolled through her contacts, feeling an odd prickle in the center of her back.
It felt as if she was being stalked.
The thought had barely formed when she caught the unmistakable scent of a human male. Glancing up, she watched as a man jumped from a second floor window to land directly in front her. The stranger was dressed in camo pants and a green henley that was stretched tight over his bulging muscles. His face was square with blunt features, and his dirty blond hair was pulled into a short tail at his neck.
Lucie grimaced. Damn. She didn’t need the edge of musk that clung to the man’s body to realize he’d been drinking Pantera blood. That leap would have broken the legs of an average human.
Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she pinned a faux smile to her lips. The man might have juiced himself on Pantera blood, but that didn’t make him any match for the real deal.
“Nice trick, stud,” she murmured as she strolled forward. A few more feet and she would be in striking distance. “I was just waiting for my boyfriend, but the jerk is late. Again. Maybe we should––”
“Don’t move, bitch,” the man snapped, reaching into a holster to pull out…was that a dart gun?
She narrowed her gaze. “You
Pulling the bike to a halt a block away, she nodded her head toward the large warehouse that overlooked the Red River.
“That’s the place.”
Rage stepped off the bike and removed his helmet, his gaze locked on the brick structure that looked abandoned from a distance. Lucie, however, didn’t miss the new chain link fence that was ten-foot tall and topped with barbed wire. Or the bars that’d recently been added to the windows. Someone didn’t want any stray trespassers having a peek inside.
“Stay here while I check it out,” he murmured.
Lucie reached out to lay her hand on his arm. Shit. She didn’t want him going in there alone.
“I should come with you.”
He shoved back his hair with impatient fingers, clearly anxious to be on the hunt.
“You’re staying here.”
“But––”
“When it comes to geeky stuff, you’re in charge,” he interrupted, tugging off her helmet so he could stare down at her with a ruthless air of authority.
The casual charmer was replaced with the lethal predator.
“Geeky stuff?”
“When it comes to hunting the enemy, I’m in charge.” He reached to cup her chin in his hand, forcing her to meet his steady gaze. “Deal?”
Lucie hesitated. Once she agreed, she would be giving her word that she would be stuck waiting for him, even if her every instinct screamed she should be with him. What if he went in and never came out? What if she truly lost him?
The thought made her heart clench with panic.
Unfortunately, she knew that he wasn’t going to leave until he had her promise.
Stubborn cat.
“Deal,” she grudgingly conceded.
Easily sensing how difficult it’d been for her to accept his demand, Rage leaned down to brush his lips lightly over her mouth.
“I’ll come and get you once I’m sure it’s safe.”
She reached up to grasp his sweatshirt, a strange sense of premonition inching down her spine.
“Be careful.”
“Always.”
He paused long enough to steal one last lingering kiss before he was straightening and jogging down the street, staying in the shadows of the nearby buildings. She held her breath as he reached the fence and scaled it with fluid ease. He was fast, but they didn’t know anything about the enemy’s security.
No alarms sounded as he jogged across the empty parking lot and entered through a back window, but Lucie knew that didn’t mean anything.
Crawling off the bike, Lucie stored the helmets before she pulled out her phone. She wanted to call Parish and ask the leader of the Hunters what Rage had said to him earlier. And more importantly, she wanted to make sure he was sending backup in case things went to hell.
She frowned as she scrolled through her contacts, feeling an odd prickle in the center of her back.
It felt as if she was being stalked.
The thought had barely formed when she caught the unmistakable scent of a human male. Glancing up, she watched as a man jumped from a second floor window to land directly in front her. The stranger was dressed in camo pants and a green henley that was stretched tight over his bulging muscles. His face was square with blunt features, and his dirty blond hair was pulled into a short tail at his neck.
Lucie grimaced. Damn. She didn’t need the edge of musk that clung to the man’s body to realize he’d been drinking Pantera blood. That leap would have broken the legs of an average human.
Shoving her phone back into her pocket, she pinned a faux smile to her lips. The man might have juiced himself on Pantera blood, but that didn’t make him any match for the real deal.
“Nice trick, stud,” she murmured as she strolled forward. A few more feet and she would be in striking distance. “I was just waiting for my boyfriend, but the jerk is late. Again. Maybe we should––”
“Don’t move, bitch,” the man snapped, reaching into a holster to pull out…was that a dart gun?
She narrowed her gaze. “You
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