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Bones slowed their descent so that Cat’s head didn’t whip around dangerously when he changed direction. He couldn’t have her neck break and finish the shooter’s job. When they slowed enough for her to be safe, Bones flew them toward the van, which was now speeding into traffic with the cloaked figure driving.
“I’ve got you,” Bones muttered over Cat’s screams as he shifted until he held her with one arm, leaving his other arm free. The van was just ahead, weaving around other vehicles and then gunning the gas once it was clear of traffic.
Oh, no, you don’t!
Bones caught up and grabbed the van’s bumper. With a burst of enraged strength, he flipped the van completely over until it slid along the street on its roof with its tires still spinning.
“Holyshit!” Cat shrieked.
Bones flew her over to the sidewalk with a muttered, “Stay here” before flying back to the van and punching out the driver’s side window. The driver shot him with a handgun this time, but Bones barely felt the bullets, either because they weren’t silver or because he was too incensed.
He yanked the driver out through the broken window, ignoring the new screams and screeching brakes around him. Then, he punched the bloody, struggling man unconscious before flying back to Cat and grabbing her.
“Let’s go.”
“Wait,” she began.
Bones didn’t. He flew straight up, ignoring the gasps and continued crashing sounds below. Don had arranged a cover story for the multi-car pileup Bones had caused back in Ohio when he rescued Cat from Don’s first attempt to kidnap her. Don could cover up this mess, too, especially since he’d probably been the cause of it.
Bones did take the time to find a quiet, deserted area for his interrogation, though. The warehouse complex several miles away would do. The building barely had any security lighting on it, and the parking lot was dark and empty.
Bones landed in the furthest corner of the parking lot, where a tree gave them additional camouflage from anyone who might wander by. Then, he let Cat go, dropped his coat, and started shaking her would-be assassin.
Cat bent and grabbed her knees as if she were about to throw up, but her gaze never left Bones. “You can fly,” she said with absolute shock.
He shrugged as much as shaking her attempted murderer would allow. “Told you I was more powerful than you realized.”
“Yes, but you canfly!”
Her voice rose to a shriek. She was probably fixating on that because she wasn’t ready to process that someone had nearly blown her head off mere minutes ago.
“If a Master vampire gets to be powerful enough, old enough, and comes from a line of flyers, this is one of the perks. There are others for Masters, but we’ll get into those later. Right now, we need to deal with him.”
The sod was finally waking up. He gave Bones a dazed glance, and then his eyes widened in terror.
Bones shoved him to his knees, glad at the new scent of blood and the pain that flashed over his pasty features as the asphalt bit into his skin.
“Don’t move, don’t speak unless spoken to, and don’t youdarelie to me. Now, why did you try to kill this woman?”
The man glanced at Cat before fixing his brown eyes onto Bones’s blazing emerald gaze. “Business. I was hired to.”
Bones’s jaw tightened. Don wasdead. He didn’t care how angry that made Cat-
“Guess you weren’t wrong about that other contract on me,” she said with a horrible attempt at a laugh.
Bloody hell. She was right. This might not be about Don. He was so upset that he wasn’t thinking. That stopped thisinstant.
Bones forced his ice to the surface, freezing out the sight of the blood that still spattered Cat’s face as well as the sound of the gunshots that keep reverberating through his mind.
“Who hired you?” Bones asked in a much calmer tone.
“Don’t know,” the man replied. “The contract came in, instructions were enclosed, and money wired on completion. Sometimes, I get jobs through referrals, but not this time.”
Standard operating procedure for professional killers so far, but this was no ordinary target. This was Cat…and he couldn’t allow himself to make this personal again. Not yet.
“Write this down, Kitten,” Bones said, not trusting himself to remember every detail. If his ice still couldn’t contain all of his emotions, his memory might fail him, too.
Bones handed Cat his wallet. He always kept a pen clipped to it, and there was enough paper money for her to take notes. Good thing he preferred cash to credit cards.
