Wicked Edge (Realm Enforcers, #2)(81)

“That plan gets you killed,” Zane said, crossing his arms.

Maybe. “The key is that we get your mom and brother to safety.” Daire put it into words Zane couldn’t dispute. “That’s all that matters.”





Felicity followed Ivan through a labyrinth of tunnels along thick carpet, then thinner carpet, then a series of bath mats, and then cold, hard stone. The jerk had confiscated her knife and eyeliner, damn it.

The hallways narrowed and the lights dimmed. Her mind spun. Daire had reached her, somehow. Man, she hoped she hadn’t hurt him when she’d responded. She’d actually blinded her first mate for a week once years ago. Since she’d never had the ability to attack minds, she hadn’t learned to control the skill.

Finally, they reached a secured room guarded by two men.

She stopped breathing. Was Logan inside?

Ivan unlocked the door and stalked into the chamber. She ran after him, frantically looking around. It was a war room.

A sprawling onyx table surrounded by heavy chairs took up the center of the room. Computer screens covered one full wall, and maps concealed the other side. A group of computers and stations were currently empty across the room. “This is where I work,” Ivan said.

The door shut behind her and she jumped. “Where is my son?”

Ivan turned and smiled. “I think we’ll wait to see Logan until after you are injected with the mutated virus. It’ll be much easier to get along, I think.”

Temper roared through her. “Is he alive?”

“Yes.” No expression settled on Ivan’s angled face. “I give you my word, he’s alive, and he’s here.”

“Your word doesn’t mean shit to me.”

He sighed. “Language.”

“Oh, f*ck you.” She wandered over to the maps, which clearly showed his mines. “You should probably use a different colored pin for the mines I’ve destroyed.”

He swore. “That was very unkind of you, you know.”

Her fingers itched with the need to draw his blood. But she couldn’t harm him until she found Logan. Keeping casual, she studied the maps. “Who’s your partner in these mines?”

Ivan laughed. “I’m afraid he’s the silent type.”

“I’m thinking he has a couple more planekite mines out there that you don’t know about.” She recognized all the known mines.

“Maybe, but he still needed my mines, so I guess he doesn’t produce enough.”

The door opened, and a blond demon in white coat walked inside. He had a medical bag under one arm and a syringe in his hand.

Felicity backed away.

“He’s only going to take blood to see if the tranquilizer is still in your system,” Ivan said, tossing a notepad back and forth. “I can hold you down until he gets blood, or you can offer your arm. I prefer to see you fight.”

Heat coated down her throat. She might be able to take both men, but she still didn’t know where Logan was, and there were at least two guards outside the room. She held out her arm. “Take too much, and I’ll kill you next,” she said to the doctor.

He nodded, dark blue eyes somber. “I won’t take too much.” His black hair had been slicked back, and his hands were cool as he searched for a vein.

She turned away from the needle as it slid into her skin. The bite didn’t hurt overmuch, but her stomach still ached and her head began to pound. What if she didn’t find Logan before they tried to inject her with the mutated virus? Her system had been through too much lately, and who knew what the injection would do to her? Tears threatened to fall, and she batted them back.

Her legs trembled. Not from fear, but from the urge to take down both men and go find her son. What she needed was a schematic of the facility.

The doctor retracted the needle and pressed a cotton ball to her vein. She took over and jerked away from him.

He nodded at Ivan. “I’ll let you know if the tranq is out of her system.” Without another word, he gracefully exited the room.

Felicity glared at Ivan. “I’m done cooperating if you don’t let me see my son.”

He threw the notebook onto the desk, and it clattered across to stop against a keyboard. “I don’t require your cooperation, and you know it.”

The earth rumbled and shook. Part of the map fell loose.

Felicity grabbed on to the table, her feet planting for balance. “Earthquake?”

“Yes. We’ve been getting quite a few of them since you destroyed the other mine on the island.” He shook his head, using a chair to steady himself. “I’m hoping it settles down, but to be frank, some of the earth’s movements have revealed new veins of both planekite and silver. Your little stunt not only has given me the opportunity to make a lot more money, but it has allowed for the rapid mining of the mineral that will kill those damn witches.”

She frowned. “What do you have against witches?”

“Nothing until you went and mated one. My partner has a problem with the Coven Nine, but I don’t really give a care.”

She glanced around, not feeling much movement from mining activities, which meant that she wasn’t in the mining part of the mountain. The offices and bedrooms were on one side of the mountain, and the mine on the other. The two had to be connected somewhere underground, and if she were creating a connection, it’d be close to the war room. The room only had one door, so she needed to look around meticulously when she exited.