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I grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him to me, pushing my tongue into his mouth before moaning again and letting him dominate the kiss.
There was an annoying sound in the background, but I was almost too lost in the pleasure to notice it. But it stopped and started again three times. I wrenched myself away from Zaqiel.
“Someone’s calling me.”
“Leave it.”
“They keep calling, Zaqiel. It might be important.”
With a heavy sigh, he dropped his hands to his sides, shoving them in his pockets and looking as though he was on the border of a pout as I crossed the room and answered the phone.
The voice on the other end was frantic and whispering, and I had to take the phone away from my ear and check the caller identification before I could place the voice.
“Alexis? What’s wrong? What’s going on?”
Zaqiel’s face had changed as his posture straightened, and he crossed the room to me, pausing before speaking when I held a finger up in front of him. Alexis was whispering, every other word cut out as she sobbed
“Just stay there. Just keep quiet and stay there. We’re on our way.”
“What is it?” Zaqiel asked the moment I hung up.
“Someone’s tearing up the bar… the Union.” I twisted my hands together as the full intensity of the situation settled over my shoulders. “He’s holding all the girls there and has a gun.”
ZAQIEL
Short of tying Evie to the bed, which I’ll admit was quite tempting, there was nothing I could do to stop her from coming with me to the Union. The girls she had worked with for months, cared for them when they got hurt, and had stayed at their homes when she didn’t feel safe in hers were there and needed help.
Although she told me she never slept well when she was in someone else’s home, it was nice having the presence there, a body in the other room she could wake if there was danger, but she never really slept.
Couldn’t trust anyone fully.
To save time, Evie consented to let me fly us there, and despite the seriousness of the situation we were heading toward, I could tell she was lost in the moment of flight. The cool evening air whipped her hair around her face, and she wanted to smile. I could see the way her eyes lit up. But she couldn’t let herself enjoy this moment, her arms clutched around my neck with her hands instinctively flexing and relaxing. She wasn’t afraid that I’d drop her, she was scared for the girls.
I landed us around the corner from the bar, grabbing Evie’s arm when she moved to run onto the street.
“Stay behind me,” I said.
“But—”
“Stay. Behind. Me.”
She stared at me defiantly for a moment longer before she nodded, and I took my time relaxing my grip on her arm. But she was true to her agreement and didn’t bolt despite the way she fidgeted with an eagerness to jump into the situation, her own safety forgotten in lieu of others. Instead, she allowed me to lead the way onto the street and around the front of the bar after folding my wings away.
At Evie’s insistence, I entered the bar with my hands raised, keeping her behind me.
A warning shot rang out, hitting the doorframe next to my head.
“We’re just here to talk!” Evie called out over my shoulder. “We’re unarmed.”
I took in the scene. There were at least a dozen girls and almost as many bar-goers around, lying down with their hands on the back of their heads and faces to the floor. I wondered how Evie’s friend had managed to call her without the shooter seeing.
But then I saw him, and I understood.
“Lee?” Evie said. “What are you doing?”
I knew that man, although I didn’t know his name until now. He was the man I had let go when I had rescued Evie, an employee of Tyson’s who I had felt there was enough good left in him to start a new life and do something better. Apparently, I had judged him wrong, along with many other humans I had misjudged over the years.
He didn’t look good.
