Augustine slid the detonator into the strip.
Diana became a whirlwind of controlled savagery. Pieces from the two constructs rained onto the ground.
He spun around, lunged at her, and knocked her off the stairs to the side. They landed on the pavers, and he pressed the remote firing switch.
Another explosion tore through the night.
Augustine rolled to his feet. The T-Rex bore down on them, twenty feet away and closing. Diana leaped to the top of the stairs. Augustine sprinted after her. They shot through the smoking doorway just as the T-Rex’s metal teeth scissored the air behind them.
Augustine slid across the polished marble of the foyer and spun around. The constructs halted at the doorstep, motionless.
Diana inhaled, sampling the air like one of her wolves. Her eyes glowed, and she raised her sword and ran to the left down the hallway.
God fucking damnit! There she goes again.
He shouldered his weapon and followed.
The scent burnedlike a red-hot wire glowing and dragging her through the cavernous house. Kitty, mixed with the odor of a human. All of her senses went into overdrive. Nothing existed except the cub and the scumbag who touched her.
A door loomed, blocking her way. She pounded a kick into the wood. It held.
Another.
One more.
Again.
A strong hand grabbed her by the shoulder and she snapped, nearly biting Augustine’s fingers.
“Wrong spot,” he said.
He stepped in front of her, gently pushing her to the side, and leaned back. His foot shot out like a hammer and smashed into the door near the lock. The wood splintered, and he casually kicked the door again, knocking it open.
She pushed past him and dashed into the room. A man stood in the small bedroom, his hands raised. She inhaled, drawing the scents in, and snarled in pure frustration.
Not here.
“Just a vet,” the man said quietly, pronouncing each word carefully. He held himself like he was facing a rabid dog.
A vet? No. A shitstain, an accessory to torture and vivisection, murderer…
“I am just a vet. A doctor. I take care of them…”
She leaped onto him. Her fingers locked around his throat, and she dragged him closer until a mere inch of space separated their faces.
“Where is my cub?”
Sweat drenched his hairline. He went pale, his pupils widening into black pools filled with terror. Fear dripped from him, sticky and viscous.
“She asked you a question.” Augustine’s voice was sharpened ice.
“In the Vault, they’re all in the Vault,” the man croaked.
She dragged him into the hallway by his neck. “Show me!”
The man pointed down the hallway.
“Walk,” she snarled into his ear.
