Jo placed her hand on one of the daggers on her leg. “Ray knows where Noah is. Don’t you?”
Lines dented Ray’s forehead. “I do not.”
I rolled my eyes. “Are you that stupid? She is reading your mind.”
“What’s going on?” Jack asked, completely oblivious to whatever Ray was scheming. At least the shock on Jack’s face told me so.
Jo stayed quiet, as did Steven. I was ready to pull my gun out and shoot Ray’s foot just so he would stop acting like we were the morons.
“Start talking, Ray,” Jack ordered with venom in his voice.
“What else is going through that pea-size brain of his?” I asked Jo.
Ray belted out a laugh that needled my nerves. I was ready to hurt my uncle in the same ways we maimed vampires.
I clenched my hands into fists before the ground beneath me shook. I could feel my eyebrows drawing down. I didn’t know whether it was Jo, Steven, or me causing the vibration. I recalled a lamp crashing to the floor when Sam and I argued at Jo’s house in Maine. He’d seemed to think I’d been responsible since I’d been drinking his blood.
“Talk!” Jack shouted at Ray. “Do you know where Noah is?”
Jo leaned in and whispered something to her father.
Ray studied his brother with a calculating glare. “These bloodsuckers will never help you. You’re as bad as our dead brother. Our family has hunted them for centuries, and now, you want their help. Sorry, bro. But I’m not jumping on board with that.”
“What have you done?” Jack asked through gritted teeth. “Where’s Noah? Rianne?”
“What’s he thinking, Jo?” I asked.
“He’s blocking me now,” Jo replied.
“This meeting is over,” Steven said. “Jack, before you ask me for help, check with your brother first.”
Ray slowly backed toward the open bay door. “You’re right. We’re done here.”
Steven’s growl was deathly. “Do you want to die today?”
Ray saluted Steven. “Not my day to die. But it is for your son.” Then he ran out like the building was on fire.
Oh hell no. “Sam!” I sprinted out of the hangar and banked left behind Ray when the chuff, chuff, chuff of a helicopter echoed in the distance.
I pumped my legs hard, keeping my eye on Ray, who was running like the wind. Murder came to mind.
“Layla!” Webb shouted my name from somewhere nearby.
But I kept going, breathing heavily, my legs burning, and my heart on a collision course with hell.
Ray’s beanstalk body was fading fast as he ran farther and farther away from me.
Jo rushed up beside me and grabbed my arm. “Stop, Layla. He’s not worth it.”
I labored for breath as I snarled at the pretty vampire. “He is. He’s up to something that involves Sam.”
Webb finally came into view.
“Where’s my brother?” Jo asked him.
Webb shook his snow-covered hair. “He’s patrolling the north end of the airport, last I saw him.”
The helicopter’s engine grew louder.
