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“There are men who hunt us,” I explained it as simply as I could, dropping Grace’s hand and cursing myself with every step I took toward the men. “They’re hunting me.” I brought this on her.
The men looked to be in their mid-twenties, dressed in hundreds of dollars in tactical gear and carrying expensive assault rifles. I sniffed the air. Assault rifles with Night Thistle bullets.
Fuck.
Their blood hadn’t yet spilled, but the cuts through their throats would see to that once I restarted time. A folded slip of paper stuck out of the first man’s pocket, and I took it, careful not to touch him so time didn’t start up again.
“They’re here to kill you?” Grace asked, her voice trembling behind me as I flattened the paper, my stomach hitting the floor at the list written there.
“No,” I whispered as wrath unfurled throughout my body, stiffening my muscles at the first person on the list.
Grace’s name.
Grace’s address.
“They’re here for you.” I shoved the paper into my pocket and turned back toward her, barely managing to hold myself in check as anger coursed through me with an intensity I’d never felt in my life.
They were trying to kill her.
She was mine.
“What?” Her eyes were wide, fear streaking the green and blue depths as she stared up at me, her jaw hanging slack. Her arms dropped to her sides and her robe fell open at her chest.
A chest that now bore a circular mark I recognized all too well.
No. Fucking. Way.
Protect!
The predator within me snapped my control, and my vision flickered into thermal, turning me into something far more animal than male.
It was impossible, wasn’t it? But Lyric had been human. Valor still was. And I knew that tattoo beneath Grace’s collarbone as well as I knew my own hand. It was my mating mark.
Safe. She had to be safe.
Rational thought abandoned me and I let time rip free, snatching Grace into my arms and wending as another bullet hit the wall.
Icy cold ripped over my skin as time and space folded at my command, and I stepped into the courtyard of the residence, carrying a gasping Grace.
“Ajax?” she asked, her arms tightening around my neck as I strode for the front door.
She’d be safe inside the house. She had to be inside the fucking house.
Alek’s talem jumped out of the way at our approach, hastily throwing the door open as I marched inside the two-story foyer.
“Ajax,” Grace said again. “You have to put me down.”
“No.” There was no room for argument in my answer as I moved through the house, looking for Zachariah. He would know what to do. He always knew.
I found him—and pretty much everyone else in the kitchen, gathered around those fuckingmuffins.
Zachariah’s eyes widened for a heartbeat, then he moved toward us, moving faster than any vampire in the house could. “Ajax?”
“I didn’t know where to take her.” It was all I could say.
“You brought a human home?” Ransom growled, moving in front of Olivia as if she actually needed his protection.
I shot him a look that dared him to take a single step in my direction.
