Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel #2)(97)

Just the thought of anyone harming his little Munchkin had his stomach twisting almost painfully. If the team didn’t get here early enough so that they could come up with a few plans and back up plans they’d be stuck here another night, because he wasn’t taking a chance by bringing her into Boston close to nightfall. As much as he wanted to get back to his family and make sure they were safe, he couldn’t risk her safety.

Her abilities were beginning to surface and he knew that she could probably be trained within the year, but it was still too dangerous for her. Sending her to an island wasn’t a perfect plan, but it was the only one he had and one he knew would keep her away from every Master hell bent on getting their hands on her. He loved her too much to take any chances.

Not that he’d ever tell her. He wouldn’t. It was going to be difficult enough sending her away. She didn’t need his bullshit and he sure as hell didn’t want her pining away on an island somewhere for him, hoping that he’d come and rescue her.

Because he wouldn’t.

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“Master?”

“What is it?” he asked as he tried to tear his mind away from a certain redheaded angel. This was not the time to allow distractions, not when he was so close to having everything he needed. For probably the thousandth time he promised himself that he’d return to the Rerum, New Hampshire after this was all done and collect his reward.

His c**k hardened almost painfully at the thought of having her. She was feisty, beautiful, funny and he’d be willing to bet anything that she was so damn sweet that she’d make his teeth ache. But he would have her. He’d keep her alive for a week, f**k her until he grew bored with her like he did with all the rest and then drain her.

“The Ramjis are in place, Master,” Richard, a minion who’d been with him for five years said from the doorway.

Logan never stopped his pacing and didn’t bother looking at his slave. Why bother? If the man displeased him or made a move against him he’d be dead within seconds. “How many were you able to secure?” he asked, hoping for at least eight. With six he’d be able to get his hands on Isabella McGuire and her mate, but with eight he’d be able to grab Kale as well.

Kale would not be able to detect the Ramjis. They were demons who carried no scent, looked completely human and were five times stronger than a shifter, even an Alpha as powerful as Kale. They were also extremely rare, hated the human realm, hard to bargain with, but once they gave their word they never went back on it.

“Ten, Master.”

Now that warranted his attention. He looked up and found the human looking rather pleased. “And how much will this cost me?” he asked, not really caring. He was willing to pay anything ensure that he got his hands on her.

“Five million apiece and Kale Quinn, Master. They want the right to kill him.”

No, Kale’s life was for him to take. He would not bargain on that.

“Give them an addition two million apiece, but Kale is mine,” he said, dismissively returning his attention to pacing and counting down the hours until nightfall when he could join in the search for Isabella.

“They already said their terms were nonnegotiable, Master. They understood you had certain rights to the man. They want to be there in the end to help him along to the other side,” Richard explained quietly.

He stopped pacing, placed his hands on his h*ps and worked at remaining calm. “I need to be there in the end.”

“They’ve already agreed with that, Master.”

“Then tell them where to go. Isabella McGuire should be here within the day.”

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“Munchkin, get up. We have to go,” Chris said, giving her a little shake.

She groaned and tried to crawl beneath the comforter and curl up, but the bastard grabbed her by the ankle and dragged her until her ass hung precariously over the edge.

“Let me sleep,” she grumbled, reaching for her pillow, more than willing to try to sleep in this position and return to her sex induced coma.

“We have to leave, Munchkin. We’ve been found,” Chris said, releasing her ankle to grab her hands and force her into a sitting position. “Did you hear me? We have to go now.”

It took a moment for her sleep hazed mind to work through what he said. “Who found us?” she asked around a loud yawn.

“A few Djaeho demons and shifters,” he said.

“A what?” she muttered, getting to her feet and barely catching the clothes he shoved in her arms.

“Djaeho demons,” he explained as he grabbed their two backpacks and started to sort through them. “Nasty little f**ks. They can appear to look human, except for their damn horns, which they cut off when they come to earth so that they can blend in.”

“Demons? Really?” she asked excitedly as forced herself to get dressed and not run over to the window to see if she could spot any.

“Don’t get too excited, Munchkin. They’re not a species of demons that you want to f**k with,” he said, moving to toss her chocolate out of her bag.

“If you don’t put that chocolate back in my bag I will be forced to hurt you,” she said calmly.

He pursed his lips up, obviously trying not to laugh as he shoved the chocolate in his bag. “I almost forgot that my mate was a bloodthirsty little thing,” he said, sounding a lot calmer than she felt. Then again he was probably used to this sort of thing.