“Did we find Lucy’s mobile?” I growl at Attila who is already looking better.
He pulls out his own device and turns a full circle before walking quickly to an ancient coffer and pulling the lid open before shoving his hand inside. When he turns back to me, he has another phone in his hand.
“We were chasing a ghost, boss,” he says in an apologetic tone.
I grit my fangs.
“Use the darker web. Find out where the Van Helsings have strongholds in Europe,” I growl at Attila.
“You don’t think he’ll have flown her back to England?” Viktor queries.
“We’ve been predator and prey for a very long time, the Van Helsing family and vampires. They have always preferred ground transport. And if Commander Max Raynes thinks he’s getting away from me by land or air, he is mistaken.”
“Same way he was mistaken a stake through the heart could kill you?” There’s a hint of a smile on Viktor’s face.
Gargoyles were hunters too, once.
“You can’t kill what’s already dead, right?” I flash him a fang.
“Or rather, you have to finish the job.”
“I think I’d look good headless.” I stroke my hand up my neck to my chin. “What do you think?”
“I think you need to find your mate before you go completely insane,” Viktor growls. “And I think you’re going to need more help than you already have.”
“This is vampire business. I don’t need any more help,” I growl.
Viktor glances at my guards. “You need to cover ground quickly. You need help.”
“Did someone say help?” Nandór strides through the door, flames licking from his nostrils as he takes in the scene and spooks at the vampires in the room, his wings flaring behind him.
“You consider this help?” I glare at Viktor. “Thisis a liability.”
“I resent that,” Nandór growls, smoke pouring from him. “I came to offer my assistance to the king, and this is what I get.”
“What the fuck do you want in return?” I snarl, resisting the urge to tear out his throat because the scaly bastards taste terrible, and I don’t want his flavor in my mouth for the rest of the day.
“I want a piece of your arms business.” Nandór studies his claws. “It’s about time I expanded my horizons.”
“Why not take every drop of blood I have left while you’re at it?” I growl, turning to Viktor. “Send him away.”
“Do you want to find your mate or not?” Viktor says evenly.
Clearly, I do. Clearly, I need to get revenge on the Van Helsing family for their attempt to end me. The only thing Van Helsing Senior didn’t know was, due to the way I was turned, staking isn’t an option for me or for any of my progeny. Sure, it might incapacitate us, but it isn’t the end. Not by a long shot.
However, it would appear it is the end for what I’m wearing.
“I’ve got three possible locations, boss,” Attila says, fortunately distracting my attention from Nandór before I do something I’ll regret to anger his clan.
“Where?” I’m by his side in less than a heartbeat.
“Paris, Luxembourg, Würzburg,” he says, showing me his screen.
“Go get some vehicles. I think I know which one he’s gone to,” I order.
I had better be right, because if Van Helsing Senior gets Lucy out of Europe, the chances are I’ll be chasing her for too long and by the time I find her, she will have given birth.
From what she’s told me, I fear for our baby. And I fear for her.
