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Alex snorted, and we watched as the little girl took Rika’s hand and backed up, hovering close to the woman and away from Michael with a scowl on her face.
He rose, scowling right back. “What?”
“I’ve seen what your species likes to do to women down at that cave on the beach,” she told him.
Rika gasped, covering her mouth, but I caught the smile underneath as Alex laughed out loud.
“You saw that?” he asked, wide-eyed.
The little girl gave Michael a once up and down. “Hmph.”
He shook his head and grabbed her, swinging her up and over his shoulder again. “Let’s go!”
“Afraid I’ll get away again?” she griped.
We ran through the dark tunnel, this one concrete with rooms and doors. Racing up the stairs, we came into an old shop, long since closed down with the Cove, and ran outside into the park with the Ferris wheel looming in the distance.
“We’ll fight our way out of here,” Michael told me as we ran, “search for my father, and take care of both him and Scott.”
Take care of?
“You good with that?” he asked me.
I breathed hard, realizing I was going to have to take Alex up on her offer to train at Kai’s dojo at some point to get in shape. “Like murder him?”
He smiled. “I was thinking an island only accessible by train.”
Blackchurch. He wanted to send my brother and his father to Blackchurch.
I grinned back. “I can live with that.”
Damon, Winter, and everyone else jetted out from behind a game booth with a couple of other masked figures—extra security, I assumed—waiting for us, and I looked back to see both Damon and Banks holding Winter’s hands as she ran with them.
“I got you, baby,” he said.
“Where’s Will?” Misha asked, looking around.
Not here, I knew that. I dug out my phone and unlocked the screen, ready to dial him, but then I noticed people ahead and slowed, seeing Martin and a team of men and women walking into the park, their eyes already on us.
Oh, no.
We all stopped as they blocked our way out, and I scanned the area again, still not finding Will among us. How did Martin get here so fast? How did he know where we were going?
“Move,” I heard Michael tell him.
We were prepared to fight our way through Aydin and Taylor, but this?
Shit.
Michael stepped forward, everyone else behind him as he confronted Martin. I joined him, refusing to hide.
Martin gazed at me. “We never had to see each other again,” he said, stepping toward me, a shoulder holster strapped around him and everyone in his ranks armed and dressed to run.
Memories washed over me, hearing almost the same words he last said to me all those years ago at the police station.
It seemed like yesterday.
He reached down and took my hand, Michael jerking and ready to pounce if he hurt me.
