Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(113)

“Hurry up and get her down there and then come back up and go protect the south side,” someone ordered. The man beneath her grunted and she decided to give up her fight, at least for now. They were busy fighting a problem that she created and she wouldn’t make it any more difficult for them.

Well, she wouldn’t fight them, but she fully planned on escaping. She remained quiet as she was carried up a flight of stairs, placed in an elevator and traveled down to wherever the hell they were taking her. Just when she didn’t think her stomach could take another minute over his shoulder while the elevator dropped them at a nauseatingly fast rate they came to a stop.

Five minutes later she was dropped on her ass onto what felt like a thick mattress and her hood, handcuffs and vest were quickly removed. While her captors were slamming the thick door made of thick, really thick, metal bars behind them and leaving, she took a moment to look around.

The door they’d just left through was made of metal, but the rest of her cell was different, a little odd. She was still surrounded by metal bars on ever side of her, but those metal bars were incased in thick glass-like material, but she didn’t think it was glass. She looked around her threadbare cell and frowned. She had a metal toilet/sink combination in the corner, her bed consisted of a solid metal frame bolted to the floor and her really large, pissed off looking neighbor was watching her from his cell.

Worrying her lower lip, she raised her hand and gave him a tentative wave. “Hi.”

He didn’t wave, didn’t say hello, he just stared at her.

She frowned as she looked him over. He was large, probably almost as tall as Chris, but leaner. He was also very handsome with shoulder length black hair that looked finer than silk, beautiful bronze skin, Native American and couldn’t be older than sixteen.

“They’re moving me an island apparently for my own good, what about you?” she asked, sounding like an idiot, but didn’t care. He was actually starting to frighten her a little bit. Should a kid really look that menacing? She didn’t think so.

When he only continued to stare at her, she shot a nervous look towards the white desk across from them where she was guessing a guard should be, but wasn’t.

She heard a loud creak and looked over in time to see her neighbor walk out of his cell.

Was he supposed to be able to do that? She really didn’t think so. She didn’t know why the hell they felt the need to lock him up, but judging by his rather scary glare she was guessing there was probably a really great reason.

She watched as he disappeared from sight. For a few minutes she sat there in terror as she heard him slamming doors. When he came back into view he was carrying a brown paper bag and he was heading towards her cell.

“Um, are you supposed to leave your cell?” she asked nervously as she watched him screw around with the touch pad that controlled her cell. In seconds he was in her cell and walking towards her.

Just as she was about to run to the corner and get into her trusted fetal position he placed the bag on the bed next to her and sat down, watching her expectantly.

Slowly, so as not to startle the angry looking teen, she opened the bag and looked down. She felt her eyes tear up as she looked up and met his intense dark brown eyes.

“I love you,” she gushed as she hugged the bag to her chest.

The scowl was instantly replaced with a shy smile that turned him from broodingly handsome to heartbreakingly handsome in seconds.

Chapter 40

He watched as the Ramjis demons took off as soon as the scent hit him and had to shake his head in wonder.

Did Logan really think that he wouldn’t notice the demons? Of course he was unable to scent them, but he’d been doing this for a very long time and knew how to spot them.

It didn’t hurt that they kept their rotations coordinated around him, letting him know Logan’s game plan. He had to give it to Logan though, it was a good plan. The Ramjis were fast, great trackers and strong and this plan would have worked on anyone else. Unfortunately for Logan, Kale had made enemies in damn near every species and was always prepared for this type of bullshit.

He moved back into the crowd or early morning walkers and watched as the Ramjis took after the scent. Not even thirty seconds later a large group of Sentinels took off after them, confirming his suspicions. This had been a set up.

Shit.

Fine. They wanted to make this difficult. He could handle that, he decided as he shot another look at the line of aging brownstones as he kept matched his pace with the crowd. He’d finish the job, both jobs soon. He just had to be a little patient.

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Chris risked a look over his shoulder and had to laugh at the amount of demons, shifters and minions chasing after him. The minions were the easiest to spot, they were the ones lagging behind. They might be fast, but they were still human and wouldn’t be able to keep up with the rest of them. They were going to be easy to pick off, or at least he’d make it easy for his backup to grab them, he decided.

Thankfully he’d worked in Boston enough times to know some shortcuts and most of the places humans should avoid, but didn’t. He cut across a busy intersection, ignoring the honking horns, jumped a hood and kept moving his ass, knowing that he needed to get them as far away from the compound and take out as many of them as he could before they figured out that this was a setup.

The few that already decided to cut their losses and head back had already been discretely taking down by his backup or his father. But the bastards following him didn’t care that Izzy was nowhere in sight. The ones who’d scented her on him knew he’d been in contact with her and were more than willing to settle on him if it meant they might use him to get to her.