Using one of the compound’s SUVs as cover, she peered around the back end and studied the hulking shapes of several vehicles in the dim light coming from a wall fixture far across the vast space. Among them she counted two private jets, three SUVs, a couple of motorcycles, and several cars and trucks that she suspected were owned by the team members. The crowning glory was the three big Hueys at the far end, situated under a roof hatch that would open to allow them to take off.
The main problems were not knowing which mode of transportation they’d take, and how she’d manage to stow away and hide.
From the corner of her eye, she saw a faint glow. Startled, she whipped her head around to watch as a ball of neon blue light grew brighter, larger. Edging backward, she gaped as the ball shimmered into the form of a man—or rather, Sariel.
Crouching, he grinned at her, his beautiful wings spread. “Hello.”
“All right, that’s going to take some getting used to. What are you doing here?”
“Establishing myself as your partner in crime, of course.”
She appreciated the irony, considering. “Hey, that’s nice of you, but I don’t want you to get in hot water with Nick.”
The man looked alarmed. “He would wish me to bathe with him as punishment for assisting you?”
“No.” Rowan choked, not quite stifling a laugh. “‘Hot water’ means to get in trouble.”
“Oh.” He waved a hand. “That doesn’t concern me. What can he do to me, after all?”
She studied him thoughtfully. “True. But why do you want to help me?”
Amber eyes returned her gaze in the darkness, turned sad. “Because if I had anyone who loved me as much as you love your Micah, I’d want her to come for me.”
Aw, shit. Sudden moisture stung her eyes and she blinked it away rapidly. Reaching out, she touched his face. This gentle being’s words and that simple act forged the beginnings of a real friendship. She felt it to her soul. “That’s a good enough reason for me. So, how can you get me past the wolf squad?”
“Simple. I’m going to cloak your presence and you’ll accompany them without them even knowing!”
“How?”
He shrugged. “An easy invisibility spell that even the youngest of Fae children can perform. Causes quite a ruckus around the palace, I can tell you.”
Picturing it made her snicker. Good thing human kids couldn’t do that trick. “Okay. If you work your magic on me, how long will it last?”
“The farther you travel from the source—me—the weaker the spell will become until it fades altogether and you’re revealed. No matter where you are, though, it will only last a few hours at most.”
“I’m impressed.” She thought about it. “I think that’ll work. By the time it wears off it’ll be too late for them to bring me back here. I hope.”
“That’s the idea.”
Staring at her intently, Sariel laid a hand on top of her head and uttered a soft incantation in a language she didn’t understand. After a few seconds he released her, apparently happy. “Is that all?” she asked.
“Yes. I can see and hear you, but nobody else will for a while.”
At that moment, the hangar door slid open with a loud screech and multiple male voices echoed in the cavernous space. The moment of truth was at hand, and she would have been lying if she’d said she wasn’t nervous. The noises of the men preparing to leave, opening more doors and gathering equipment, reached her ears. Hesitating, she glanced at her new friend.
“Go on,” he urged. “Before it’s too late.”
“You sure this will work?” A stupid question to ask a magical fairy, maybe, but understandable.
“Positive. Go!”
Pushing to her feet, she gave Sariel a nervous smile. “Thanks. See you soon.”
“And with any luck I’ll get to meet this brother of yours.”
Emotion clogged her throat, so she opted not to answer. Instead, she heaved a deep breath, stepped around the back of the SUV, and began to walk slowly toward the group that was gathered next to two of the Hueys, busy holstering guns and strapping on knives. Part of her was relieved to see some good old-fashioned artillery in the midst of all the crazy I’m-not-human crap. The other part was worried that Sariel was wrong about the spell working around these guys.
But no one noticed as she walked right up to the group. What a freaky trip. Damn, she’d love to use this trick on the guys back at the station.
Nick slung a pack over his shoulder. “Kalen, you and Hammer ride with me.” The Sorcerer and the bald man, who she guessed to be Hammer, answered in the affirmative. Jaxon, Zan, and Ryon headed for the second copter.
Four pilots climbed into the copters, a pilot and a copilot for each. Since they hadn’t been introduced earlier as team members, and weren’t armed, she figured they might be hired as needed per mission. This would leave the rest of the team free to deal with whatever they were facing.
Rowan hovered as the two groups of three separated and began to board the copters. Just as she took a step, Nick whirled and gazed in her direction with a frown. Heart pounding, she froze. He searched, and at one point his eyes actually met hers, causing the spit to dry up in her mouth. How the hell could he sense someone there when the others hadn’t?
After a few nerve-racking moments the boss turned and climbed aboard his waiting Huey. Rowan hurried to scramble into the other one. No way was she taking a chance on some psychic dude ferreting her out before she was ready.
The men got settled. Spotting an empty jump seat at the back, she sat down and tried to calm her fears. Not for herself, but for what she might find when she saw her brother.
A hum sounded overhead—the roof hatch opening. The Hueys geared up for takeoff, shuddered, and lifted, the noise deafening.
She was in this op for the long haul now.
No turning back.
Four
Help me. God, please.
Or just let me die.
Aric curled into the fetal position on the grimy concrete floor of his cage and tried to breathe through the agony. But the pain wrapped around his ribs, squeezed his lungs, so that drawing in air was nearly impossible. Every inch of his body throbbed, and his balls burned and ached where Bowman had taken what didn’t belong to him. But all his equipment down there was still accounted for, not that it would matter soon.
Never had he wished for death. That was before he’d been treated worse than an animal, before he’d experienced the worst of humanity and had it driven home that if his team didn’t find him, and soon, this was the end of his life.
I want to go out on my own terms. Not bound and stripped for parts until there’s nothing left and they stick a needle in my arm.
He opened his bleary eyes, squinted, and then winced as even the dim light coming from the adjoining lab pierced his brain like a laser. Twisting his head, he saw nothing but bars all around and above him, a miniature prison not even tall enough to stand in. It’s a damned dog kennel. If he’d been capable of laughing, he would’ve. Reaching out, he skimmed a shaking hand along the floor, cursing that he was too weak to raise his fucking arm. If he could barely move, he sure as hell wouldn’t have the strength to do himself in.
Goddamn, he couldn’t believe he was being forced to consider that kind of shit. Pissed, he used every ounce of strength to push himself to a sitting position. It took several minutes and when it was finally accomplished, he leaned his bare back against the bars—an act that probably took off several strips of skin.