Or a vampire and a hybrid. Kimber was an impressive druid and vampire.
“You can’t have us,” Gwynnore said.
“Oh, my dear. Of course I can.”
With a swipe of my hand, both women fell asleep and dropped where they were. I pulled the sword from Kimber and tossed it aside. I had a better one. I pulled the gun from Gwen and kept that. I did have a few guns, but this one was a nice, large caliber with a moderate kick.
I gathered both of them in my arms and tossed each over my shoulder.
“Stop right there!” Belshazzar, no doubt with his own gun drawn on me.
“Put the women back on the floor, and step back.”
“I’m afraid that isn’t going to happen.” With a shake of my head, I turned.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” Belshazzar snapped.
“What are you doing here?” Dorian growled.
“I’ve come to bring you home. It’s time for you to join the games.”
“Fuck your games,” they chorused.
I laughed. They had always been like this, echoing each other, mimicking and mirroring each other.
“Put our mates down and get the hell out of here,” Dorian said. “Go back to your palace and play your damn games with someone who cares about the outcome.”
“Come now, I know you care. This was all just a distraction for—”
A bullet pinged off the rock behind me, and I realized I’d foolishly taken an eye off Belshazzar.
“Perhaps you didn’t hear my brother,” Bel said. “Put our mates down and leave.”
“I’m afraid that’s just not going to happen, son.”
I had the shield up just a moment before the bullet would have bounced off my knee.
“Do not call me that.”
“You can’t deny your parentage.”
“Watch me,” Bel said.
My gaze landed on his twin. “And you, Dorian?”
“If I had a gun, I’d shoot you. Even if Belshazzar had already killed you.”
I shook my head. “I had hoped you’d both make this easy for me, but I see that’s not going to happen. It’s time, my sons. It’s time to come home. There’s a game you must finish. You know you must.”
“We’re not playing,” Dorian said.
I prepared a portal just behind me and grinned at the twin males my blood raced through. “You are. Because the only way to get your females back is to win.”
One step back, and I was gone with their mates.
I chuckled to myself as I walked toward the doors of the gate, one female on each shoulder.
They’d play the games. Oh, my sons would play.
They had no choice.
