SAM
Ipulled open the hospital room door. Lane straightened from the wall he’d been leaning against. “Lane, get the Jeep and meet us at the ER entrance. Now!” My voice boomed, causing the ladies at the nurses’ station to flinch as they jerked their heads toward us.
“Fill me in, please,” Layla said as I grabbed her hand. “Aside from Fred Emery, who else is here?”
“Roman’s men. Three that we’re aware of but probably several more,” I said. Roman didn’t come to a fight without an army. “I need you to stay close to me.”
She squeezed my hand. “That explains the vampire Jordyn mentioned.”
The fuckers must have been watching us, but Sawyer hadn’t found any suspicious activity around the base or on any cameras throughout the city. Though I wasn’t sure if Sawyer had been monitoring the city cams prior to Junior showing up.
My bet was that someone had alerted them.Fucking Junior.Layla and I had been in a rush to see Dr. Martin, and my old man had been a bit shaken up at Layla’s plight and probably hadn’t read Junior’s mind.
Two hallways flanked the nurses’ station. The one to my right led to a set of double doors that read Do Not Enter. The other was our ticket out, with an elevator on one side and the exit into the ER waiting room dead ahead, which was the same direction Lane had gone.
“Do you have the daggers in your boots?” I tossed out to Layla.
She nodded quickly.
“Ben, Olivia, come in,” I said into my comm. A beat passed, and no response. I tried again. Nothing.
We stalked past a gaggle of nurses gushing about a man they would like to ride.
One dropped my name, and I rolled my eyes.
Layla snarled, glaring at Louise.
But we had no time for jealousy or for Layla to punch the nurse like she wanted to.
We hurried out and into a packed room of crying kids, sick patients, and nervous loved ones. Too many emotions assaulted me, but I shook them off when Layla stopped, causing me to jerk to a halt.
I followed her line of sight to our left, and my fucking blood froze.
A large group was gathered around something or someone about halfway down a hall in line with a radiology sign that jutted out from a door on the left.
“Maybe it’s Hawk,” Layla said before she dashed away like a paramedic to an accident scene.
“He’s dead, I think,” a young woman said.
“Why does he have fangs?” a man asked. “That’s odd. Isn’t it?”
Motherfucker.The last thing we needed was Hawk on display or even waking up, which he would, and then the shit would hit the fan.
Stalking behind Layla, I muttered several swear words.
My comm crackled. “Sam, you have at least five bogeys heading into the hospital,” Olivia said.
I slowed to a walk. “Where are you?”
“Fighting off more of Roman’s men in an alley behind the hospital. Ben spotted Roman. So watch your six.”
“Retrieve Jordyn. She’s in the parking garage, level three.”
“As soon as I finish off this fucker,” Olivia said through a grunt.
“Either you or Ben call this in,” I returned.
“We already did. Help is on the way.”
