Once again, I felt Kimber stiffen behind me.
The druid still stayed quiet, though. That was progress.
One of the vampires manning the many screens that had been installed in the command center murmured gently, “I hate to intrude, but it looks like the forces are moving.” He lifted a finger and pointed at a satellite video of a vast area with infrared figures converging together—there weremanypeople on the screen, too many to count.
Lord Cato jerked his attention to the screen indicated. “Are they on schedule for the attack?”
“They’re one mile out from the target. Right on time.”
Bel wound his way through the military personnel in the room to stare at the screen. “Those are friendlies?”
“Affirmative.”
“What is the target?”
“Kapustin Yar.”
“Russia.” King Belshazzar grunted, turned around to stand next to the lords, and evaluated the papers on the table. “Tell me more.”
I moved forward to stand next to my father but kept my eyes on the screen. This was a massive attack with the number of people we had on the scene.
Lord Cato explained quickly, “We were able to uncover the major base in Russia—what we’re getting ready to seize in ten minutes—but unable to find the military home base inside the United States of America. We believe there is information in Kapustin Yar containing the whereabouts of it.”
“How many other bases are set up across the world?” I asked.
“Too many. But they all get their information from the two chief players. We’re about ready to take out one. Hopefully, we’ll find the last one as a prize during this attack.”
“Effectively cutting off their orders for a time.” Bel nodded his head approvingly. “You’ve done well.”
“Thanks.” Lord Xenon cracked his neck. “No rest for the wicked, right?”
“None.” King Belshazzar smacked Lord Xenon’s shoulder and winked. “I knew you two could handle it.”
“Barely.” Lord Cato snorted. “I hope never to do this again.”
“If done well, we won’t have to.” I squinted at the screen. “How are the vampires and druids playing together?”
Lord Xenon waggled his right hand back and forth in the air. “So-so. Less death than we expected, but more fights are breaking out as the days tick by.” He lifted a haughty brow. “The druids are wondering where their king is in all this.”
King Belshazzar’s fangs showed. “Well, that bastard isn’t coming back.”
Lord Cato shook his head at him. “That will not benefit our needs. But if you two were there, it would help tremendously.”
I peered straight at my soul mate. “You did want to fight more.” I pointed at Dorian while keeping my eyes on the deceiver. “He could pass for his son, too.”
Bel placed his hands on the table, leaning toward me, an evil glint lingering in his gaze. “Look at you. Being a liar-liar.”
I glared down my nose at him. “It works for the situation.”
“As did my deception.”
I sniffed.
Lord Cato grabbed my arm, still in the air and aimed at Dorian. His eyes locked onto my wrist…the soul mate mark. The tone my father used was quiet. “Who is the lucky man?”
King Belshazzar snorted and pushed off the table. “Quit the bullshit, Lord Cato.”
Innocence looked at me from my father’s eyes.
