Devon sighed, struggling to his feet and holding out a hand to tug her up. “I’m sorry. Sandy screwed up with the protein results I gave you yesterday and she just panicked. Figured you’d fire her. So—”
“So you broke into a secured lab? Are you crazy?” Emma released his hand. “You know how secretive trade issues can become—we’re dealing with drug patents that could earn billions of dollars.”
“I know. But Sandy mixed up the ratio of protein to the antiviral agent, which would’ve really screwed up your research and rendered your samples moot.”
Emma sucked in air. “I understand. But why not just call me? In the release you signed, you promised to follow all the rules as well as keep trade secrets.” Damn but she hated lying to the man. She frowned. “How did you get in here, anyway?”
He rolled his eyes. “Do you have any idea the combined years of education a few of us have? It wasn’t easy getting in here, but no system is perfect.” He eyed the glass littering the floor and paled again. “I passed out against the counter and apparently made quite the mess. Please tell me we’re not dealing with any type of airborne agents.” Fear filled his voice.
“We’re not,” she guessed, glancing for the glass she’d removed. “Though we need to take a blood sample from you.” As well as one from her. Hopefully the virus hadn’t been on the glass that had cut her. The scent of bleach filled her nostrils. A beaker of the stuff had broken and spilled to the floor, where she’d tossed the glass. It’d be impossible to test what it had contained now. How many beakers down? At least five. And at least one of those had held the virus. Fear caught her breath in her throat.
The door slid open and two burly guards dodged inside, guns drawn. “Dr. Paulsen, are you all right?”
“Yes.” She tugged Devon toward the door. “Please turn off the alarm, everything’s fine.” She wasn’t sure what she’d do if the men stopped her, but they remained outside the lab. Seconds later the alarm thankfully cut off. All but running into the all access lab, she grabbed a syringe and turned toward Devon. “Roll up your sleeve.”
Thirty minutes later she followed protocol after leaving the lab and emerged on the other side in a clean jumpsuit. Did she have a duty to tell Kane about Devon? Probably. Though she couldn’t blame Devon for wanting to save his girlfriend’s ass.
Emma rolled up her pant leg. A deep slash continued to bleed. Sharp pain attacked her nerves. What vial had nailed her, anyway? She surveyed the angry red flesh, tears burning her eyes. Okay. She could fix this. She took a deep breath and concentrated. Dage had the ability to heal himself, surely some of that had rubbed off on her.
She put all her energy into healing her skin, picturing the split ends mending together as Dage’s chest had mended together in the forest. Nothing. Damn it.
With an irritated huff, she reached for the first aid kit under the table and sprayed antiseptic before covering her knee with a white bandage. What were the odds she’d been infected? Probably slim. Though certainly it was possible. She opened her mind to search for Dage, but his shields remained tightly in place. A chill of dread wound down her spine. Where was the king?
The king tapped his communicator. “Caleb, your men in place?”
“Yes. I took out the two guards on the south entry.” His friend’s deep voice came clearly across the line. “Waiting for your mark.”
Dage gave a hand signal to Jordan. The shifter nodded, his entire body prepared to run for the building. He’d remain in human form unless werewolves or enemy shifters made an appearance.
“Talen, at your ready,” Dage hissed.
He counted. One. Two. Boom! An explosion rent the peaceful night followed by two more as his brother opened the side of the main building. Bricks flew, dust billowed into the air along with fire, and the sound of gunfire pattered through the mess.
Grabbing his gun, he ran full bore into the smoke and through the gaping hole to immediately take one Kurjan soldier to the ground, ripping off his head. Blood sprayed across his face, burning like cigarette ashes. Two enemy soldiers rushed for him, one hit the floor when Talen leaped through the air, shooting green fire. Jase took out the other Kurjan by slashing a knife through the enemy’s throat in a movement too fast to track.
Dage ran into the hallway, his back to the wall. Smoke choked the oxygen and a high-pitched alarm began to trill through the compound. The steps and shouts from running men competed with the rhythmic warning.
He found his center and silence descended within his mind, within his soul. The soldier threw the king out of the way, and his intent focused with a razor’s edge. Clarity of purpose calmed him as he ran into the murk.
“We’re in the communication room,” Conn said through the earpiece. “Prophet Milner is three floors down in a small cell. Two guards visible outside the door.” A rapid typing could be heard. “Stairwell located in northeast corner.” He typed again and swore. “Guiles isn’t here.”
Dage gave a short nod. “Good strategy. Find where they took Guiles.” Thin smoke filtered through the air. “Team one to stairwell, teams two and three provide cover,” he ordered. Green fire shot from ahead and he ducked and rolled, coming up firing. “Jase. Clear the path.” Hopefully Jase had practiced using his gift to control the elements.
Dage’s youngest brother emerged at his side in combat gear, his gaze toward the smoke, one hand outstretched. The smoke began to swirl, gathering speed and energy like a tornado. With a flick of Jase’s wrist, the entire mass rushed down the hall, scattering bricks, dirt, and bodies.
One Kurjan soldier became caught up in the swirling mass and cried out when he hit the wall, bones breaking and blood spraying like rubies through the mist. He crumbled toward the hard-packed earth, and the walls trembled when he landed.
Jase grinned. “You want fire next?”
“Move now.” Dage’s boots echoed against the ground, leaping over bodies and debris.
Talen set a charge at a heavy metal door. “Fire in the hole.”
Everyone ducked and protected their heads. A loud explosion rocked the building, and heat flashed across Dage’s skin even through the protection. Battle sounds silenced for a moment as if the building itself drew a breath. Then cries, grunts, and gunfire echoed again in his earpiece.
Time slowed.
His vision sharpened.
Dage jumped into the gaping hole and cleared one flight of stairs, ducking when a sharp blade slashed at his neck. He pivoted and shot a roundhouse kick toward a Kurjan soldier, throwing him back against the cement block wall. Talen was on him within a second, knife flashing.
Three more Kurjans ran up the stairs, red hair flying, sharp incisors glimmering in the dim light. Talen froze one in place with a thought, and the Kurjan’s purple eyes widened in shock and surprise.
“I never get tired of seeing you do that.” Dage chuckled, then threw his shoulder into the gut of a soldier, and flipped him onto the floor. The bastard slashed a blade into Dage’s calf. “Ouch.” One plunge of Dage’s knife ended the fight.
“Thank you.” Talen threw the second soldier at Jase, who blocked a punch and kicked the laser gun out of the Kurjan’s hand. The soldier aimed a punch at Jase’s head, then howled in pain when his hand smacked into an invisible wall, the sound of bones breaking echoing over the blaring alarm.
Jase reached out and almost casually decapitated the monster with a clean slice of a double-edged knife.
Dage shifted his gaze to his brother. “How did you do that?”
Jase shrugged. “I just rearranged the oxygen molecules until they hardened to granite. No big deal.”