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Seeing her swallow him hardens me into steel. I move in and out of her sweet body, faster and faster. The little sounds spilling from her lips spur me on. As I get closer, I reach down and circle her clit until her release hits, and she squeezes me so damn tight. I thrust a few more times and quickly find my release. Breathing hard, I pull out, knowing he needs her too.

Macklin picks her up and lays her down. He drives into her in a snapping rhythm until she cries his name. Her body arches as she comes again, and he finally finds his own release.

“You’re amazing,” I tell her, running my hand down her flushed body.

She sits up and wrinkles her nose. I chuckle and scoop her up, carry her to the shower, and tenderly wash her body, including her back. She tenses, but I lightly glide my soapy fingers over the ridges and scars, then rinse her off.

When we get out, Macklin’s standing there, hair wet from his own shower, holding a black silk camisole and matching pair of shorts that make me simultaneously thank and curse Andros.

Chapter Fifty-One

CHARLI

Macklin walks us over to the building across the street where Andros and I will be hiding during the battle. Still under construction, there’s nothing but concrete walls and steel framing. I stare at those familiar grey walls, and my heart starts racing.

“What is it?” Andros asks, swiveling around. “Are you having a vision?”

“This is the warehouse I saw in my vision. The one that catches on fire. With us in it,” I reveal, my voice shaking. “We can’t stay here.”

Macklin calmly picks up the phone. “We have a problem.” He explains to Teague what’s going on. “I’m changing the location to the office.” He listens for a second, then hangs up.

“Not only does it have a multitude of exits, but it also has places to hide, and Elijah will be on the roof if you need backup,” Macklin states, then glances at his military-looking watch. “Let’s get you over to the office. I’ll come back for my gear.”

When we get there, Elijah is already on the roof, setting up several long-range guns and a few other supplies. Macklin explains to him that we’re going to be on the fourth floor, in Andros’ office.

He dips his chin and continues setting up.

We follow Macklin down to Andros’ office, then he leaves us to settle in. I watch him walk away, biting my tongue so I don’t call out and beg him to stay. When he’s out of sight, I move to the window where Andros is standing.

“I’m sorry you have to stay here with me,” I murmur, knowing he’s been by their side for seven hundred years.

His lips compress with anger, and he whips his head around to stare at me. “Don’t ever say that to me again. You are our reason. For everything. And I’ll do whatever I have to in order to protect you.”

Sighing, I link my fingers with his, and the vision comes without warning.

A helicopter hovering by the pass. Silver box with a cylinder of gold liquid. It sets down, and Hank gets out along with two others. One with silver eyes and electricity circling his hands. The helicopter takes off. Box still inside. Seconds later, the ridge explodes.

ATVs and off-road vehicles roar over the pass, but men also enter on foot from the woods. I count but lose track as the vision shifts. Over fifty, though.

The vision changes, and I see soldiers shooting round after round of bullets into Teague and Macklin.

Elijah shouts a warning. A loud boom reverberates across the office. The building shifts and crumbles around us. Elijah stares sightlessly out of the pile of rubble. Andros is caught in the second explosion. Hank drags me out into the street and aims a gun at me.

Andros’ lean body surrounds me when I come out of it. Teeth chattering, I press the lodestone to my heart and relay most of what I saw. He picks up the phone and calls Teague.

“Did you see which direction Hank came from?” Andros asks, and I try to remember, but the vision didn’t show it. I shake my head. “She didn’t see it.”

I stare out at the setting sun, knowing the attack is going to come quickly.

“I’ll get her down to the tunnels at the first sign of them,” Andros assures Teague. “Got it. Be careful.” He hangs up and paces over to the fridge. When he comes back, he hands me an opened bottle of water. “Drink.”

I tip the bottle back, wondering how I’m going to convince him to leave me. Night descends, and I have to rely on Andros to tell me what’s happening. All I see are flashes of explosions or the glow of a building burning. Andros gets an alert. They’ve breached our home and are making their way through our condo, tearing the place apart.

He lifts his head. “I’m going to check the other side of the building. It will take me two seconds. While I’m gone, I want you to stand in the hallway where I can see you.”

Nodding, I put the water down. If I drink any more, I’ll have to use the restroom. I watch him use his vampiric speed to reach the other side of the fourth floor in a mere two seconds. It still astonishes me to watch him move this fast. He stops and looks out the window, then returns.

“Nothing,” he says, shoving a hand through his hair. A noise in the stairwell on this side of the building has us both turning. He pulls a gun from his waistband and holds a finger to his lips, then motions for me to step back into the office.