“Where does that lift go?”
Winstead’s face now was pale, lost all color, and he reached for a chair. “I can’t believe my people would betray me like this.”
Logan stood menacingly over the slouched human. “Where does that lift go?”
“The lower level, where it connects to one of the subway tunnels.”
“You had access to the subway tunnels this entire time?”
“It was rarely used.”
“Do you have a map of the layout?” Logan asked.
Winstead waved a hand at one of his soldiers. “Give them whatever they need. Send five soldiers out to look for the traitors. I want them brought back for interrogation as soon as possible. I will accompany the Drastans with three soldiers.”
“Yes, Colonel.”
Logan felt another sharp pain in his heart. It nearly took his breath away.
“Captain?” Warrior Marque asked with concern.
“Get Medic Haggard and meet us at that lift. I think we’re going to need his aid.”
“Yes, sir.” Marque didn’t question his order. He was out of the room in less than a heartbeat.
“Let’s go.” He glared down at the colonel halting his rise from the chair. “Remember the Drastan Code 2?”
Winstead nodded his head.
“Code 2 is more important than Code 13. Because harming a warrior’s mate is a certain death sentence.”
Dome Leader Winstead for once agreed with him. “I have no problem with you taking your justice out on the culprits. But I need to question the traitors to discover how deep this goes.”
“Understood. Also, Faith is my mate, therefore considered Drastan. She will not be subject to your laws or rules.”
“I have bigger fish to fry,” Winstead said.
The food reference confused Logan and ignored it. Humans made little sense.
“Let’s go.” He said another prayer to whatever gods listened that Faith was still alive. If not, there was no deity that would save her killer from his wrath.
