Wild and Free (The Three #3)(188)

This right now being a blur that, with his vampiric eyesight, Gregor could see was Lucien battling eight vampires.

And losing.

He whipped his head to the line of vampires awaiting orders.

He looked to the first. “Get the exact location. Send everything we have close there.”

He looked to the second. “Phone Gastineau. Give him the location. Have him send everyone he can.”

He looked to the third. “Find out what’s happening with Josefa.”

As the third shot out, another vampire shot in.

“Status,” he said immediately. “We’re holding them at the wall. We have help—phantoms and wraiths are attacking them from their rear.” He drew in breath. “But there are a lot of them, sir. We need to throw at them everything we’ve got.”

“Round up as many as you can and go,” Gregor ordered, and the vampire shot out.

Gregor knew their play. He knew Etienne somehow understood that he could get at least Delilah in her dreams. And perhaps draw Abel.

Which would make The Three vulnerable and the time ripe for an attack on the compound.

“Thank God!” the production manager exclaimed, and Gregor looked back to see Teona had spelled those around Lucien. They’d been thrown back and Lucien again had a fighting chance.

And he was taking it.

“Where’s my baby? Where’s my little girl? Where’s my baby?” Hook whispered.

The man and his brothers had joined them five minutes ago.

Now Hook was leaned into the screens, his hands braced on the console, his eyes inches away.

“Step back, brother. She’ll be good. She’s tough. She’s smart. She’ll be good. Calm down,” Moose urged gently, his hand on Hook’s back.

But Hook didn’t have it in him to hear his friend.

He was focused.

“Where is she? Where’s my baby?”

“There!” Jabber yelled. “I saw her, standing. She’s good, man. She’s still standing!”

“Shit, okay, shit, awesome!” Moose bellowed. “The rest of them witches are there!”

And Gregor saw they were. Barb, Ruby, Jezza, and Flo lifted their hands, tossing what Gregor knew had to be spells at the enemy, magic that interestingly didn’t translate to the screen. It looked like they were simply throwing out their arms.

But they were also using weapons that could easily be seen.

Short, sharp blades, long, curved knives, and thin daggers.

The blessed instruments.

With each slash and jab, the immortals, wounded, fell back.

But he knew those witches and Poncho’s aunt had given them more too. There was no way The Three and their families could hold back the onslaught from that many foes.

Unless they had the powerful protection of magic.

But watching it, Gregor tensed.

Because he saw his son close to Aurora, fending off three vampires and a golem, with no weapon.

His son.

There.

In her dream.

Keeping his witch safe.

It had been the girl who became his daughter, Sonia.

Now it was both his daughter and son.

“Fucking where…is…that—?” he began.

“She’s here, brother. She’s here, amigo,” he heard Poncho huff and looked to the door to see the nephew escorting his aunt in hurriedly.

Her eyes went immediately to the screens and her lips thinned.

“I need her to send me, and those”—Gregor pointed to a collection of swords resting against the armchair Jian-Li had sat in what felt like centuries ago—“there.” He pointed to the screen.

She turned her head to her nephew and said something.

Poncho nodded and looked to him.

“She says you shouldn’t go.”

“My son and daughter are there,” Gregor returned curtly.

Poncho looked to his aunt who spoke, then back to Gregor. “Man, she says—”

“Oh f*ck, one of those Chinese guys is down,” headphone man said.

“Wei,” Jabber whispered, the sound of his friend’s name coming out rough.

“Send me and those weapons to…my children!” Gregor shouted.

Ursula suddenly was at his side. “I go too.”

Poncho spoke to his aunt as Moose bellowed, “Fuck! Why are we f*ckin’ here and they’re f*ckin’ there?”

“Time is wasting,” Gregor bit off.

Poncho looked to him. “Grab the swords.”

With their vampire speed, Gregor and Ursula had the swords and were standing in front of the witch.

“Do not go and do not send Delilah’s family,” he ordered. When Poncho looked ready to argue and he heard a gruff noise from Moose, Gregor swiftly carried on, “It will be too distracting. They need focus. And the compound needs to be defended at all costs, so do not send any immortals either. Josefa must look after The Three from here. Their minds are there, but their bodies are here and vulnerable.”

“Got it, man,” Poncho agreed.

“Hook,” Ursula called, and Hook must have looked to her because she kept going. “You gave me happiness. I vow to fall before your daughter does.”

“Babe,” Hook whispered and said no more.

The witch was reaching up toward their heads, muttering under her breath.