Page 113 of Bite of Desire


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“You already said that.”

“No, I’m sorry for this.”

With my free hand, I grabbed the steering wheel and yanked it hard to the right. Pax let out a yell, trying to get control back, but it was too late. His hand left the wheel, and he grabbed me, keeping me from colliding with the windshield when we slammed headfirst into a tree. The truck stuttered before the engine died. Pax released me to turn the key, but the motor clicked a few times instead of turning back on.

“Son of a bitch,” Pax growled, shooting me a glare. “Why the hell did you do that?”

“Because I want Zan to get Warner away from PARA.”

“He only cares about you. He’s not going to risk himself for Warner.”

“Yes, he will,” I murmured. “If he still cares about me, he will. He knows how I feel about Warner.”

He opened his mouth, as if wanting to argue, but then paused. “Maybe. But I’m not risking both of my brothers for him.” He pulled me out of the truck. “Let’s go.”

I followed him, my heart pounding against my ribs. We’d never catch up to them without the truck. Project Hope was hours from here. Even after everything, I believed that Zan would help me. He’d save Warner for me. At least I hoped so.

Chapter 41

Zan

“We should have waited for Pax,” Viggo muttered.

“If he hasn’t caught up, it means he’s still searching the woods. We’ll be fine,” I said as we stopped at the end of the tunnel.

“At least the sun has gone down.” He grabbed the rope and started climbing up. “We’d be fucked if they saw us during the day.”

Once he moved the cover and hauled himself out, I gripped the rope and followed. The last time we’d snuck into Project Hope like this was when Kali had taken us. This time we had no idea when the patrols were, so we’d have to be careful. We had a bag full of supplies, but we were hoping to sneak in and not need any of it.

“We’re good.” Viggo kept his voice quiet. “No one’s around.”

I heaved myself out of the tunnel, and then we placed the cover back before heading down the street. There wasn’t a soul around, and I remembered Kali’s friend, Asami, told her that there was a curfew in place. It was more difficult to blend in when we were the only ones walking around outside.

“We don’t even know if they have her,” Viggo murmured, shooting me a glance.

“They took someone,” I tossed back. “It’s the only reason they’d be in such a hurry to head back.”

“Don’t do anything stupid,” he warned. “I’d rather not die tonight. We search the building, and if we don’t find her, then we’re gone.”

I jerked a nod. “I know.”

We were heading to building 1403. It was the main government building here, and I hoped it was where they kept prisoners. We didn’t have enough time to search the entire city.

“We have company,” Viggo murmured under his breath.

I heard the footsteps and heartbeat of one person, and he appeared in front of us a moment later. My eyes trailed over his short buzz cut and the frown on his face when he spotted us. He was wearing a military uniform, but unlike when they were in the woods, he wasn’t wearing a mask or goggles. They weren’t looking for the threat of vampires in their own city, which made this a lot easier for us.

“Curfew is in effect,” he barked. “Get to your dwelling. Now.”

Viggo let out a whistle. “Damn. What a dreary fucking way to live. Do the humans here have any fun?”

He spoke loud enough for the PARA member to hear, and the man stiffened, not missing the dangerous edge in Viggo’s voice. I shot forward, slapping my hand over the guy’s mouth while catching his eye, hoping I’d be able to entrance him. Hawthorn was in short supply for both Clovers and PARA. I was sure only higher-ups had access to it, and seeing as how this guy was patrolling the streets, he probably didn’t meet the criteria to use hawthorn.

“Do not fight. You’re going to stay quiet and do exactly what I say,” I ordered coldly. “Do you understand?” I lowered my hand from his mouth when he nodded, his eyes glazed over. “Do you know where they hold prisoners?”

“Yes.”

“What building?”

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