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CRUNCH.
The Son’s head snapped sideways. Thomas knelt, his glazed eyes fixed on nothing. Heavy breaths sounded as Thomas rose, still holding the cross coated with brain matter and etched with dark strands of hair.
“Easy.” Riven warned the other Son as he watched the attack. “I’d love nothing more than to end you.” He glanced at Thomas. “Brother, you okay?”
Those once soft brown eyes were now dark with rage. I’d seen Thom look like that once before and he’d come back to me. But as he shifted that merciless stare my way now, I knew that Thomas was no more. This man standing before me, wielding the cross as his weapon of choice, was just as dangerous as his brothers.
“Vivienne,” London croaked and stumbled forward.
“I’m-m o-kay,” She stuttered as she staggered sideways to wrap her arms around Colt.
Riven took a step forward and pressed the muzzle of his gun against the last rogue Son’s head. “All that’s left is to end this one.”
But it was Vivienne who commanded my attention. She tightened her arms around Colt, burying her face against his chest. Blood was spreading across his side, but he didn’t seem to notice.
“We found him.” His deep voice resounded, bouncing off the walls of the alley. “We found Hale.”
London jerked his head upwards, his eyes darkening. “Where?”
“Wherever that tunnel leads.” Carven pointed to the open steel door as he approached us.
London took a step toward the door.
My mind was reeling, trying to put it all together. The dead Son in front of me called my focus and something inside howled at his death. It was that connection, that aching sense of the familiar. I lifted my head, meeting the gaze of the Son who was still alive.
He felt it too, that ache in the pit of his stomach that had no name…but a knowing.
“No.” I shook my head and stepped toward Riven. “Put the gun down.”
Anger and a cutting, cruel pain flared in Riven’s dark eyes. “What the fuck did you say?”
My stare was pleading. I prayed he trusted me. “I don’t want you to kill him.”
He turned and took a step toward me, glaring with jealousy. “You what?”
“I want to take him alive.”
There was a flicker of amusement as he jutted his chin out. It was pride. One I wanted desperately to exploit anyway I could.
I met Riven’s stare, urging him with my eyes alone. I didn’t know if he heard me or if he was too stubborn to know I’d never hurt him, but he turned away, lowering his gun. “Then he’s all yours, Helene. Do with him what you wish.”
He left then, giving me his back. That hurt more than anything.
The Son gave a humf before Thomas stepped forward and lifted the cross, placing the blood splattered, matted with strands of hair weapon under his chin. “I wouldn’t be so quick to smirk if I were you.”
The Son’s smile fell away before Thom drove the cross against his throat and growled. “Get up carefully and move.”
“Wait,” London said as he stared at the open doors, then glanced over his shoulder. “We can’t just leave it like that.”
“No…Hell, no.” Vivienne shook her head as she pulled away from Colt. “You take a step through that door, London St. James, and you’d better push it wider, ‘cause I sure as hell am not going to stand here for another minute without you.” She turned to Colt and Carven. “All of you. Where you go, I go. You got that?” There was a mumble until she swung her savage gaze to London. “I said, you got that?”
There was a twitch at the corner of London’s mouth. One I almost took for a smirk.
“Yes, pet.” He moved back toward her and pulled her against him. “We stay together.”
“You got that right.” Her voice shook.
“You really going to take him with us?” London looked at me.
