Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(120)

“It wasn’t her,” an all too familiar voice said coming from behind him and Logan had to force himself to stop and face the bastard, careful not to leave the Ramjis demons at his back. They had failed after all and he did have a reputation for being unforgiving.

Kale walked towards the group keeping his eyes on Logan and barely acknowledging the group of demons that he no doubt knew had been hired to take him down as well. Judging by the low growls and snarls coming from the Ramjis demons they were more than eager to complete that part of the job.

“She’s been safely brought into the compound and hasn’t left,” Kale announced with a shrug. “Now it’s just a matter of waiting.”

“No, she hasn’t. We had men posted to watch all the compound entrances. We would have known if she’d been brought inside,” one of the demons snarled.

“You obviously don’t know all the compound entrances or you would know that Isabella McGuire is currently a resident in the Boston compound,” Logan said dismissively as he moved past Logan without an ounce of fear and leaned back against Logan’s black SUV as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“If she’s in the compound then we can have her within the day,” one of demons boasted as Logan once again began a slow pace around them. When he came close to the fool he didn’t even hesitate in reaching out and tearing the bastard’s throat out. The skin and muscle were tougher than a human’s and vampire’s, but no less vulnerable.

His body began to dissolve before it hit the ground. The rest of the demons backed up cautiously as he continued his pace. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and slowly wiped his hand clean of the too hot red blood.

“That was unnecessary,” the female said, but when he approached her she cautiously jumped away from him and averted her eyes.

“There is no breaking into a compound of that level,”

Logan said, learning that sad truth thirty years ago.

“First off, the compound is protected against demon and vampire invasion. Secondly, they have dozens of entrances and tunnels and if they don’t want you to find them, you won’t.”

“We could set off a bomb or start a fire,” one of demons suggested and Kale’s sigh almost matched his own.

“Their compound runs several levels below the brownstone. You can torch and bomb that brownstone, but you it won’t matter, because they will escape below level and out the tunnels.”

“What if we-” one of the demons began, but Kale cut him off.

“We need to wait. That is the only plan right now. If I find an opportunity to get inside I will take it. Leave it to me and I’ll have Isabella McGuire, soon,” Kale said, pushing away from the vehicle and headed back towards the trash littered alleyway behind the dumpster.

The demons took a step towards the shifter, but one look from Logan had them instantly stopping. Now was not the time for the second part of his plan. He needed Isabella McGuire before he moved onto the next phase of his plans and just to make sure the demons understood that, he ripped out the female’s heart and tossed it to the large male before he walked away.

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“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” she demanded as she shielded her eyes from the sudden bright light.

“Getting ready for bed. What does it look like?” Chris practically snarled as he made his way to the bathroom.

Great. Asshole Chris was back to stay, she thought as she crawled out of bed to go after him. “Well, it looks like you’re in the wrong room. Actually, you seem to be in the wrong suite!” she said, throwing the closed bathroom door open and nearly tripped over her own tongue as she watched Chris in all his na**d glory step into the glass encased standalone shower.

Chris sighed heavily as he turned the shower on. “I’m sorry, Munchkin.”

“For what”?” she asked cautiously since there really was so much for him to apologize for, but doubted he ever would. No, not the man who flipped out after Eric informed him that not only would she not be leaving the country, but that she was taking up residence in the compound.

She still didn’t know what the hell he thought he was going to accomplish by chasing her around the suite.

Well, he probably thought he was going to spank her ass like he kept promising to do, but thankfully Eric, Ephraim, Joshua and about a half dozen people she didn’t know dragged him away.

Actually she was a little surprised that he was calm, well more surprised that they let him back on this floor since he’d promised to tie her up and drag her off to the island himself, but then again it had been fourteen hours since she last saw him and Ephraim and Eric probably talked some sense into him.

“For being too tired to make love to you tonight, Munchkin. I just got off a double patrol,” he explained.

“But don’t worry. I’ll make it up to you in the morning.”

Okay……

Apparently they hadn’t managed to talk any sense into the man. In fact he seemed pretty delusional to her at the moment. Did he really think she’d let him touch her? After the hell he put her through? It was over and if she hadn’t made that painfully clear when he decided to leave her handcuffed inside a van then she needed to rectify that little misunderstanding right now.

“You’re not staying in this room with me, Chris. In fact you’re not staying in this suite with me. I already have a roommate,” she announced firmly.