He made his way downstairs to where Baldric would usually be waiting to open the door, but the butler hadn’t survived the battle, and neither had his wife, Marta. Ronan had already called their son to deliver the bad news. When the son offered to come work for Ronan, he turned him down.
There was nowhere for the young man to work right now. They were all going to be spending an indefinite amount of time bouncing from one place to another while trying to remain hidden. The best way for them to hide was to split up.
It would be too difficult to move the nearly one hundred and fifty fighters who remained from place to place without being detected unless they were in smaller groups. Maybe the Savages hadn’t succeeded in killing as many as they’d hoped during their attack, or perhaps they did, but either way, theyhadsucceeded in tearing them apart.
They’d failed to get Willow’s sword, so they did have one small victory last night.
When Logan stepped outside, he tipped his head back to absorb the warmth of the sun as it crept toward the horizon. It stung his eyes, not because he’d killed Manuel, but because the demon part of him refused to be caged again.
It prowled incessantly beneath his surface, waiting to break free and destroy. He would not let it. Even with the added sting of the sun’s rays, he didn’t want it to ever set again, but he could no more stop it than he could stop the world from turning.
They had at least another hour before it set, and they would be gone by then. The Savages would come back to see if any of them remained. It was tempting to try to set up an ambush for them, but they didn’t have the time or warriors to establish it, and they weren’t in a position to fight again.
Walking to the SUV parked ten feet away, he ignored the still-smoldering remains of the hunter homes as he opened the hatch door and set his and Elena’s meager belongings inside with all the other boxes. He closed the hatch before heading for the open passenger door.
Saber sat behind the wheel. Asher, Lucien, and Callie were in the back seat. They were the only ones who remained, the ones who’d stayed to say goodbye to everything and make sure they didn’t miss anything. Logan had volunteered to do this because he had to dosomething.
If he sat in that prison, watching Elena, he would go insane. He couldn’t handle that, but it was where he was heading now. The idea of it caused his fangs to lengthen as a murderous rage built within him.
Chapter Fifty-Four
“Are you okay?”Asher asked.
“Fucking wonderful,” he muttered and slammed his door closed.
Snatching the pair of sunglasses off the dashboard, he slid them over his eyes. He had no control over their color anymore, and he didn’t try to regain it.
He leaned his head back and instinctively sought Elena through their bond, but like he had all day, he felt nothing in return.
Their connection was down, or she’d shut it off, or maybe it had ceased to exist. The demon part of him bellowed so loudly at the possibility he dug his nails into his palms to drown it out. He failed to do so as it clamored and shook and raged against its cage as badly as Leonardo when he first woke.
He’d spoken with Juan earlier in the day. There was no change in Diego or Leonardo, but they were still alive. He supposed that was good news; however, he wasn’t sure anything could be good anymore.
He’d also talked with Elena’s mother. Rosa’s sobs were nearly as loud as the demon’s fury inside his head. He’d failed her and her daughter. Blood swelled in his fisted hands as his nails pierced his flesh.
“Have you had any luck in finding that woman who approached you at the airport?” Logan asked Asher through his teeth.
He’d spent a lot of time thinking about that woman since the attack. He had no idea who she was, but he wished they’d taken her more seriously. He reminded himself that hindsight was twenty-twenty, and theynevercould have seen this coming, even with the cautioning of a stranger.
“No,” Asher said.
“Wehaveto find her,” Lucien said. “She may be crazy, but she may be something else too, maybe something we could use to help us.”
“I’ve been trying,” Asher said. “But it’s not exactly easy to find a stranger in a city as big as Boston, and since she was at the airport, she may not be from Boston or Massachusetts.”
Logan ground his teeth together. He hadn’t given much thought to Asher’s quest; he’d blown the woman off as a nut, but now theyhadto find her, and she could be from anywhere in the world, and all they had was a name that might not even be hers.
“Are you sure her name was Brie?” Saber asked.
“No,” Asher said. “I know what she looks like, and I have a possible name of Brie, and that’sifshe was telling me the truth, but that’s all I have.”
“Fuck,” Saber muttered.
“Yep,” Asher agreed.
They didn’t speak as Saber drove out of the gates. He didn’t bother to close them as he pulled onto the road. One day, someone would stumble across the place and possibly claim it as theirs, or teens would make it their party spot. But the homes that once held so much love and laughter were nothing to them now.
Callie turned to stare at the compound as it faded from view. “How did the Savages find us?”
