“True.” I yawned. “It’s getting late. What time is it?”
Finn cleared his throat. “Just after midnight.”
I opened my eyes. “Uh oh.”
“I would agree.”
The train stopped, and we climbed down the stairs.
Godric was there. Standing by himself in the field with his hands in his pockets. He stared at the building far away, his back to us.
Cassander moved up next to him, the only one doing so. They both stood and looked at the building with the golems standing as sentinels. Cassander finally asked, “Why didn’t you yell for us when the golems showed up in there?”
“I thought you had your own to deal with. And I was trying to catch that motherfucker. But he was closer to the basement door than I was.”
Cassander nodded. “Let’s blow it up.”
“Love to.”
I cleared my throat.
Godric snorted, not even turning around. “Mina gets to press the button. Her mate already promised her.”
In silent demand, I lifted my hand, palm up, and wiggled my fingers.
Finn pulled the detonator out of one of his cargo pockets on his right leg. He placed it gently in my palm. My white tiger winked at me. “This may be your only time to do this, so make sure you memorize it. It will be spectacular.”
I nodded, but I didn’t think I would ever forget this night. With my eyes on the building, I lifted the detonator up with my thumb hovering over the push button. I murmured, “Here comes the boom-boom.”
Finn snickered.
However, he suddenly grabbed my wrist, stopping me from detonating. “Oh, shit.”
“They’re moving,” Wolfe hissed. “They’re all heading toward the building.”
Godric tensed and leaned forward, his voice filling with rage, “Is that Poppy?”
