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Logan, thank you again for what you did for me last night. I don’t know how to repay you, but I was thinking maybe I could start tonight by buying you dinner. I know there’s the whole vengeful demon ex thing to worry about, but I’m sure you’re creative enough to find a way we could still get a bite to eat. What do you say? ~Eva
Logan glanced down at the text that had popped up an hour ago on his comms. He hadn’t replied yet and wasn’t surehowto reply. Because while he was creative enough to find a way to have dinner without worrying about Lilith, that would involve telling Eva the truth and taking her somewhere crowded, like Paris, Milan, or somewhere remote and accessible only by donkey or Harrowgate.
That would never happen. Which was yet another reason he should shut this shit down now before his heart got too involved.
Might be too late.
Fuck that. It wasn’t too late. He and Eva just had to let things cool down.
Maybe Lilith will die today.
Awesome, but that didn’t solve the problem of Eva being human. And an Aegi.
Suddenly, klaxons blared, shrieking from every alarm in the building. His comms unit screeched.
CODE 2: CAFETERIA.
Code 2? Multiple casualties? What the hell? He was out of his chair and office in three strides. The open hallway looked down onto the first floor and magnified the sounds of shouts and screams from below. He ran for the stairs, taking them three at a time. The moment he hit the landing, Logan summoned his sword.
Armed security forces charged toward the cafeteria, where a crowd had gathered. A few people ran out the side exit while others righted furniture or just stood around staring at the smashed dishes. Broken chairs. Blood splattered everywhere.
And two bodies lying on the floor.
Logan could barely process the sight of Blade, hisdermoireglowing, pumping his healing juice into Noah’s shredded remains, and Mace performing CPR on Shanea. Half of Shanea’s head was gone, and with every pump of Mace’s fists, blood spilled out of her mouth.
“No,” he rasped. “Noah.Shanea.”
How? How could this have happened?
Blade cursed and wheeled around to Shanea, his boot slipping in her blood. Mace backed off as Blade clamped his hand down on what was left of one of her arms.
Blade’s attempt was pointless; Logan could see it in the male’s grief-stricken eyes. But he had to try. Logan got that. He so got that.
A piercing, agonized roar silenced the room. Draven shoved people aside, mowing others down as he rushed to his fiancée. He dropped to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes.
“It’s okay, baby. It’s okay.” But behind him, Blade shook his head. He hadn’t really needed to.
“What happened here?” Kynan rushed into the cafeteria. “What the fuck happened?”
“It was the Aegi,” Cyan snarled, her violet eyes damp with tears. She and Shanea had been BFFs for years. “They have a weapon, some kind of gun—”
“Impossible,” Mace said. “Bullets can’t kill vampires and demons.”
Mace was right—mostly—and yet, two people were dead, and none of them belonged to the few demon species vulnerable to human bullets.
“I hate to tell you this,” Cyan snapped, “but they did. Somehow, bullets killed them.”
“Where are the Aegi?”
One of the cafeteria servers pointed at the side door with a trembling hand. “They took off through there. Cowards.”
Kynan nodded. “Okay, everyone split up. We’re going to find those assholes.”
Mace raised his hand. “One question—”
“Alive,” Kynan interrupted. “I want them all, and I want them alive.”
“But—”
