I met all their gazes, then nodded.
We continued on. Thoughts battered at me. They couldn’t be far ahead. Had he hurt her? Had he taken a knife to her smooth skin?
For once, I found it hard to focus and find the zone.
Then, I heard a sound ahead and we all halted.
Footsteps. Moving fast.
I lifted my gun.
Then a swirl of red came out of the darkness.
“Lark!” Shoving the gun in my waistband, I stepped forward.
She threw herself at me and I caught her.
Alive. I hugged her tightly. She was alive.
I drew back. “Are you okay?” My gaze ran over her. “Did he hurt you?”
“I’m fine.” Her gaze met mine, and I saw a graze on her face, but otherwise she seemed unhurt.
“You were trying to take him on by yourself.” My hands tightened on her.
She nodded. “I couldn’t risk him hurting you.”
“Lark,” I growled.
“Then I realized we had a better chance of taking him down together.”
Elation hit me. Finally, I was getting through that stubborn head of hers. I pressed a hard kiss to her lips. “We’re a team, little bird.”
She nodded, then glanced at the others. “He kept saying that I was like him. A lone killer. That I had no one.”
My hands clenched on her hips. “You’renothinglike him.”
“I know. That’s when I knew I had to come back to you.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “We’re better together.”
She nodded.
I set her down. “It’s time to end this.”
“Good,” Rafe drawled. “Because I’d really like to get out of this dirty sewer. I’ve already ruined my shoes.”
“He’s armed,” she warned. “Armor piercing rounds.”
“Shit,” Cole muttered.
“Stick to the walls,” I ordered. “We’re going dark and silent.”
I heard a noise ahead. All of us lifted our heads.
He was searching for Lark. He was coming this way.
“Let’s do this,” I murmured, clicking off my phone light.
