Wicked Edge (Realm Enforcers, #2)(76)

Daire bit back a sharp retort. Something caught his eye. He twisted his head. “Is that a diamond?”

She blushed. “Yes.”

He smiled. “You’re engaged.”

“Yes. So please don’t make me shoot you.” She held out her left hand and turned it to reveal a diamond surrounded by emeralds.

Man, she was tough. He nodded. “Congratulations.”

“Thank you,” she huffed.

Bear winced. “I think you could do better.”

Daire reached over and punched him in the arm. He could let his friend get away with only so much. “Stop hitting on my brother’s woman.”

“Your brother’s what?” Alexandra hissed.

Shit. He’d forgotten the cop didn’t like archaic language and was just fine with shooting members of his family. Or Bear. She’d even shot Bear at one time. Daire had forgotten that fact. “You know what I meant.”

Bear grinned and shook his shaggy hair. “No, Daire. Tell the lady with the gun what you meant.”

That was it. He was going to have to kill Bear. “Alexandra, I have to get back to the penthouse, and it’s life or death.”

“It’s always life or death, and you’re not going anywhere until you both explain what’s going on,” she said, not moving an inch.

Daire glared at the barrel. Though a bullet wouldn’t kill him, it would hurt like hell and slow him down. He could leap over the handlebars and take the weapon, but that would just make Kellach mad. “Fine. Logan was with one of Bear’s members before disappearing, and I made the colossal mistake of showing the picture of the pretty redhead to Pyro. He figured it was time to avenge his nephew and wage war.”

“Kellach said that Logan had disappeared, and that’s why I headed down to the station early. But there wasn’t any information about missing prospects or anything interesting that happened around the bar where he disappeared.” Alexandra frowned. “Why is Pyro attacking now? Bear didn’t have anything to do with Duck’s murder.”

“I know, but Pyro is not thinking clearly.” Daire eyed his cell phone. “I really have to go.”

“Wait a minute. You said the woman with Logan had red hair.” Alexandra asked slowly, “What does the woman look like?”

Bear stiffened. “Why do you ask?”

“We have a head with red hair at the morgue. I just checked in and was assigned the case immediately,” she responded.

Daire brought up the picture and handed the phone over the front of his bike. “You’ve only been back a couple of hours.”

“It’s my job, and I’m good at it.” She glanced down, made the picture brighter, and sighed. “We have a redhead in the morgue.” She grimaced. “I’m sorry, Bear. We actually have her head but haven’t recovered the body yet. It’s definitely her.”

Bear growled, losing every inch of his teasing persona and showing the predator he usually kept veiled. “Where was her head discovered?”

“It was found in a garbage can outside of a restaurant on the north side. All the way across the city from the bar where she and Logan disappeared.” She shook her head. “I’m so sorry.”

“Time of death?” Bear asked.

“We don’t know yet.” Alexandra handed back the phone and holstered her weapon.

Bear rubbed rain from his face. “Was her head ripped off or cut off?”

“Cut off with a blade. Surgical precision and immortal strength,” Alexandra returned, all business. But sadness glimmered in her eyes, and once again, Daire could see what had taken his brother to his knees. The woman was tough and sweet, and Kell hadn’t stood a chance.

Bear half turned toward Daire. “Tasha was one of mine, Daire. Not a warrior, not a soldier, but a nice kid who probably was just hooking up with Garrett for fun. She didn’t deserve to die, and she doesn’t have any other family to avenge her death. If you know who did this, I want in.”

“I know who did this,” Daire said. The phone buzzed, and Sam’s face came up on the screen. “Sam?” he asked.

Sam coughed hard. “We, ah, were attacked.” He erupted in a fit of more coughing. “Smoke and drugs,” he gasped.

Daire gripped the phone. “Felicity?”

“She was taken.”





Chapter 28


Felicity coughed herself awake and sat up in a cushioned bed. Her lungs ached and her head swam. Whatever they’d pumped into her veins had taken hold and lasted far too long. Her mouth tasted like she’d eaten coal, and no saliva wet her tongue.

She tried to focus, but her head lolled on her neck.

A glass of water near the bed caught her eye. She reached for it, her fingers fumbling and almost knocking it over.

God, she needed that water.

Lowering her chin, she reached out with both trembling hands and encircled the glass. Slowly, she raised it to her mouth and tipped it back to drink. The second the liquid touched her lips, she lost all control.

Water cascaded down her throat, over her mouth, and across her chin.

She didn’t care.

The second it landed in her stomach, she groaned. Okay. Better. Much better.

She set down the glass and wiped her chin, allowing her eyes to focus in the dim light. Her head throbbed and her muscles felt lax. She glanced down. Silk bedspread, plush pillows. Fear sizzled through her until she’d patted her arms and looked at her yoga-pants-covered legs.