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What’s happening?Sascha asked, her eyes wide.
No fucking idea.Marek’s gaze met the shocked and confused ones from the others.Olivia,was his next urgent thought, followed by “We’re under attack!” to everyone else.
A second later, the ground stabilized. Marek shot to his feet.
“Where’re you going?” Sascha shouted after him.
“Contact Julian,” he ordered Nikolas, the oldest among them and his second. “Check with security to see what happened. I’ll be back soon.”
Marek rushed out of the room in a blur without waiting for confirmation. Whatever it was, Nikolas was more than capable of addressing it. When Nikolas had requested to join the CDI, Marek had his reservations about hiring him. Powerful vampires like Nikolas didn’t take orders well. After working together the past few weeks, Marek realized he’d lucked out in gaining Nikolas’ support.
Unlike other vampires his age, Nikolas didn’t care about amassing power or authority. For the last four centuries, he’d been the second-in-command to House Haven while Gabby, the House’s Mistress, had slept like the dead. He hadn’t attempted to kill her or usurp her position despite the fact she was centuries younger and weaker than him.
He’d only left House Haven after Gabby reunited with her mate Felix, another powerful Ancient, and no longer needed his protection or care.
Marek reached the balcony at the end of the hallway, his pulse racing as his worry for Olivia skyrocketed. Damn it. Olivia should have been safe here, in the Secondary Tower where the CDI and himself stayed. He hadn’t told her his room was next to hers. She’d been swaying on her feet by the end of last night. He’d waited outside while she’d showered and checked in on her one more time after she’d fallen asleep.
When he rose this afternoon, he’d stayed away because she’d asked him to and had distracted himself with work.
He pulled off his shirt, spread his wings, and glided four floors down. Every Vegas Tower had wide-open centers from the ground floor to the ceiling, with wraparound balconies on each floor, allowing vampires to fly and land easily.
At times like this, it was faster than taking the elevator.
Had the Organization set off another bomb? It wasn’t that long ago when they’d blown up a Tower. His security team had thoroughly scanned every building for more explosives and found nothing.
Had they missed something? Or had the Organization planted one after their scan?
If only he could speak to Olivia telepathically, to affirm her safety, but that wasn't possible until he completed the mating bond, which required drinking her blood. Hopefully, once mated, her mental shields would stop working against him, or he’d be the first mated vampire in history to not know his mate’s thoughts.
His fangs ached, and his vampire clawed his insides and prowled like a starving, caged animal.Mate. Want my mate.
Shut up.
Marek arrived outside Olivia’s room, his senses expanding. Two humans inside, both alive. Thank God. He ordered Tristan to open the door. For a precious second, he froze at the threshold and gaped at the chaos.
The TV projector lay cracked in pieces on the ground. The couch cushions were scattered everywhere. The paintings on the wall were either slanted or had fallen. Andrea lay unmoving against one wall. His gaze zeroed in on Olivia, slumped against the windows. His heart in his throat, he rushed to her side, glass crunching under his boot.
Breathing, she’s breathing,he reminded himself, suppressing his vampire’s freak out.
“Ow, ow, ow,” Olivia muttered as she sat up.
He resisted the urge to shake her, for he had a feeling she’d been the cause of the earthquake. She was alive. He scanned her from head to toe again. No visible wounds as far as he could see. Even so, at her proximity, his mouth watered at the scent of her blood.
Then the remnants of her arousal hit him like a punch to the solar-plexus and made him see red for a second. It hung heavy in the air, his cock turning hard as a rock in a second. He fucking hated the mating bond’s power at times. Now was not the time to imagine burying himself to the hilt in her welcoming body.
Her pained groan dimmed his sexual appetite.
Crouching down beside her, he demanded, his voice low and husky, “Where’re you hurt? Tell me.”
She blinked up at him with those pretty eyes of hers. “Marek? What’re you doing here?”
He scooped her into his arms and stood. She might have internal injuries. “I’m taking you to a doctor.”
This would be so much easier if they were bonded. He’d be able to sense exactly what was wrong with her.
“What? No, put me down.” Her push against his chest felt as light as a feather. “I'm fine. Andrea, where is she?”
Marek glanced over to where Andrea had climbed to her feet with a supporting hand against the wall. A grimace marred the woman’s face as she rubbed her back. No bleeding from her either.
