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Except he already knew the answer to that one, and reported to V, “She’s in the barn at Nate’s. Okay, Nalla, I’m coming, we’re all coming.”
V started sending out the location, and Z didn’t wait. He busted out of the glass office, blew down the aisle between all the desks, and flew out into the open air.
It took him way too long to dematerialize. Waaaay too fucking long.
But when he finally did re-form, it was in the forest behind the rural property’s barn and with a pair of fully loaded forties up and ready. Sending out his instincts, he could sense thelesserseven before he started to pick up their movements in and among the leafless birches and maples and fluffy pines.
When he shifted his position, he used the trees just as the enemy was, taking cover when he could, moving fast when he couldn’t. He told himself that it was good news that the log cabin was the target, but that wasn’t going to last. Sooner or later, they would infiltrate the barn, either because they needed to for a defensive tactic, or they wanted to because they were raiding the property after they won.
But he was not alone.
Like wraiths in the night, his brothers and fellow fighters arrived on scene, Phury, V, and Rhage right next to him, Xcor, Qhuinn, and Blay off to the left, Payne and Tohr flanking right. Everyone else had followed protocol and stayed back to protect Wrath.
“We’ll draw their firepower,” Phury said in a hard, low voice. “You take care of Nalla.”
“Roger that.”
His twin grabbed his arm in a stiff grip. “We got this. Okay? You worry about her. That’s your only priority.”
Their eyes met. And Zsadist nodded once. “Kill them, kill them all.”
Just as he said the words, Nate burst out of the front door of the cabin. For a split second, Z had to give the male a little respect. The fury on that face was epic, and that huge body was strung with so many weapons, the fucker was like a walking armory.
Gone was the laconic resister who was fucking with shit because he was bored and unconnected and hateful: The vengeance that was clearly threading through every molecule in that body… was exactly what was going through Z’s own veins—and it wasn’t because the guy was protecting two buildings and his rights as a fucking landowner.
Not even close. He was protecting his female.
Zsadist glanced at the barn he knew his daughter was in.
Indeed, something had changed inside of that fighter, something fundamental, and it had woken Nate up to the world. And wasn’t that a path Z himself had walked once, a lifetime ago—
With a war cry, Nate threw himself from his porch, pumping off rounds not in a willy-nilly, but like he was picking cans from a fence rail, not a single bullet wasted as he seemed to be able to shoot in both directions and hit targets at the same time.
Thelesserresponse was exactly what it always was. Swift and coordinated.
Even as slayers were hit, they returned fire, and Nate was struck, his torso jerking back, not that it slowed him down.
But the kid didn’t have to fight alone.
The brothers and fighters advanced out of the tree line immediately, and they focused on pressing outward from the barn to give Z some time to get Nalla off the property.
Prepared to act fast, he turned to the—
The roar that started up was so loud, he wondered what the hell it was. And then came a screeching sound that rattled the roof of the outbuilding.
After that, there was a tremendous explosion out in front, and Zsadist ducked for cover—
Only to see a gigantic truck with tires the size of boulders blast through the double doors.
“Fuck!”He fucking knew who was behind that wheel. “Nalla! You’re going to get yourself killed!”
Sure enough, instead of heading out for the country road and trying to get away to safety—not that that fucking thing was going to fit on anything narrower than a soccer stadium—she bore down on the fighting, bullets pinging off the front panels and the windshield.
Nalla mowed down thoselesserslike she was bowling for bitches, and as she came back around for another pass, kicking up snow and throwing up slayer bodies like confetti, he caught a very clear visual of her fury behind the wheel.
“Motherfucker,” he yelled. “What are you doing!”
But come on, she got that shit from him.
