Predatory (Immortal Guardians #3.5)(32)

Dylan frowned, proving she hadn’t had word that the guardians were refusing to leave their necros, and that there was no possibility of any backup arriving in time.

“No,” she hissed. “You won’t ruin this for me. Not now.”

He smiled in open challenge. “There’s no escape.”

The crimson eyes at last smoldered with the panic he’d been hoping for.

Even a Sentinel made stupid decisions when driven by fear.

“I can go through you,” she rasped.

He held out his arms in mocking invitation. “You can’t kill two of us.”

“Watch me.”

Lifting her arm she released a blast from her shockwave. Already anticipating the shot, Niko lunged to the side, allowing the electrical charge to slam into the tree behind him.

“Is that all you got?” he taunted, brushing off the bits of bark and shattered wood that clung to his jeans.

“And the healers told me that I was the one with the death wish,” Dylan snarled, leaping off the front steps of the trailer even as she was sending another invisible bolt of power in his direction.

He felt his hair rise as the electricity filled the air, his gaze trained on the female launching a kick at his head.

Distantly he was aware of the wary humans peeking out their windows and a few braver souls who stepped out of their shabby homes, but he didn’t worry they would interfere.

Life was difficult enough for these norms. They didn’t willingly place themselves in danger.

He was far more concerned by the barely audible sound of Arel’s soft murmur as he spoke to Angela. No doubt he was trying to convince her to slip through the back door rather than charging into the fray. His scientist might be brilliant, but she could be as stubborn as hell.

Reassured by the sudden fading of her scent, Niko grasped Dylan’s foot and twisted it to the side. The well-trained Sentinel flowed through the air, easily landing on her feet as she let off another shot.

Niko hissed as the bolt went just above his ducked head, close enough to make his ears ring.

Christ. He had to disable the shockwave. Sooner or later he was going to run out of luck. And then . . .

Bad, bad things were going to happen.

Avoiding a punch aimed at his chin, he charged forward, ramming his larger form into Dylan’s slender body. Together they hit the ground with enough impact to rattle Niko’s teeth and knock the air from his lungs.

She jerked her head backward, making him see stars as she connected with his chin. Then, when he maintained his grim hold, she turned her head to sink her sharp teeth into his forearm.

“Shit, Dylan,” he growled.

“Let me go,” she demanded.

He ignored the pain of his torn flesh. “Not a chance in hell.”

“Then we’ll both die.”

“You’re in no position to threaten—” He forgot what he was going to say as she twisted to the side, managing to lift her arm far enough to press a button on her homemade weapon. A clock appeared on a digital panel, the numbers counting backward. “What have you done?”

“Every evil villain has a way to self-destruct,” she jeered. “Unless you release me then we both go boom.”

He believed her.

Dylan might be crazy as a hatter, but she didn’t bluff.

If she said the thing was going to self-destruct, then that’s exactly what it was going to do.

The question was whether he held on or risked letting her go so she could disarm the weapon. He wasn’t a martyr. Not by a long shot, but he knew if he let go of Dylan there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t escape. Or even manage to kill him with her stun-gun-from-hell.

Hearing the sound of his name, he lifted his head to see Arel standing at the back of the trailer with a struggling Angela in his arms.

She was clearly trying to break free so she could get to him, even knowing she was no match for a Sentinel.

And in that moment his decision was made.

The fragile, precious female would never be safe so long as Dylan lived.

And if that meant he had to sacrifice himself in the bargain . . . then it was a price he would pay without regret.

“Then we both die,” he said, his gaze glued on Angela as time ran out.

Angela hadn’t wanted to sneak out the back door with Arel. Not when she heard Niko baiting the deranged female Sentinel.

The aggravating man was risking his own life so she could be rescued.

But Arel hadn’t given her much choice as he’d simply grabbed her by the waist and hauled her down the narrow hall and out the door. It wasn’t until they rounded the trailer to see Niko on the ground with Dylan that Arel came to an abrupt halt, as transfixed as Angela by the sight of the two warriors lying so still.

Something was happening.

Something . . . terrible.

Futilely trying to squirm out of Arel’s ruthless grasp, she turned her head to glare at her captor in frustration.

“Dammit, what are you doing? We have to help him.”

Arel’s handsome features looked as if they’d been carved from granite. “He made me swear to keep you safe.”

“I don’t care, I—”

She was still turned toward Arel when an explosion sent them both tumbling to the ground.

“Shit,” Arel rasped, already on his feet and racing across the pavement before Angela managed to regain her senses.