His chin lowered. He turned and pointed the gun at her.
The front window crashed in, two bodies dropped from the ceiling, and the goon from before crashed through from the back, smashing into one of the counters and sending glass flying through the room.
And then all hell broke loose.
* * * *
Theo zeroed in on the threat to his mate immediately as he sprang through the glass window and kept going, straight into Saul Libscombe. Lasers impacted Theo’s vest and pummeled his still healing ribs, but he didn’t care. His knife was out, and he slashed across Saul’s arms until the shifter dropped the gun.
Then he punched the bastard in the face. Once, twice, and then enough times he lost count.
Saul fought back, kicking and changing his nails into claws to rip into Theo’s flesh.
Three shifter soldiers poured in from the back, and Theo caught Jared, Chalton, and Benny engaging in battles involving guns, knives, and some serious fang slashing.
Saul kept slashing at Theo, even while he took hit after hit after hit.
Theo didn’t feel a thing. A raw possessiveness overtook him, destroying his ability to think rationally. He didn’t give a shit. Ginny had been in danger, and now that threat was bleeding all over Theo. His neck was bleeding from deep gouges, and he kept swinging, carving pieces until Saul was one open wound.
A body flew over Theo’s head, and he ducked after making sure it wasn’t one of his team. Nope. Saul sliced a claw beneath his chin, and Theo bellowed. He saw red.
Shoving the shifter down onto his back on the floor, Theo followed him, straddling the bastard and punching all the way through to the cement. Bones shattered. More bloody claws, more temper. Damn it. Theo struck hard beneath the jaw and could hear Saul’s skull crack.
Finally, the shifter stopped moving.
Theo panted, straddling the enemy, waiting for him to strike. Nothing.
“He’s out, dude,” Jared said, leaning down, his upper lip split wide open. “Totally.”
Chalton wiped glass off his shirt, leaving a trail of blood from his bleeding knuckles. “You could kill him, but I think the Realm would really like to discuss his future kidnapping plans first. After going through the plans, it doesn’t appear he was working alone. He has allies.”
It was no fun to kill a guy he’d knocked out, anyway. Theo shoved to his feet, immediately turning. Shifter soldiers were unconscious in the corner, Benny was talking to Elroy O’Toole, who was already healing the bullet holes along his upper chest.
Ginny was watching him, her eyes wide, her face pale, and a black box held tightly in her hand.
Theo moved toward her. “You okay?”
“I kind of made fire,” she said slowly, peering around him at Saul’s body beaten to a bloody pulp. “He’s gonna feel that for a long time.”
“Good.” Theo gingerly took the box from her. “Chalton?”
Chalton hustled over, yanking a tablet from his back pocket. “Yeah. Give me a sec.” He started pushing buttons.
Theo brushed Ginny’s hair away from her face, his heart finally settling. “You scared the hell out of me.”
“I’m sorry.” She leaned into his touch, her eyes darkening. “There wasn’t a choice.”
“I know.” He pressed a soft kiss to her nose.
“You did?” She stiffened and then leaned back, studying him. “Wait a minute. How are you here right now?”
He was still too keyed up and pissed to grin, but it was nice catching her off balance for once. “Remember we hacked into the anklet? We followed you, lady. The entire time.”
Her eyes lit up. “You knew I’d leave?”
“Yeah.” He knew. It had been the hardest thing he’d ever done to let her go, but she’d been right. It had been the only good plan. And he’d covered her as soon as he could, although it had nearly eaten him up throughout. He’d discovered, right there and then, where his heart belonged. “I love you. Should’ve told you before. I’ve loved you for centuries.”
She gasped, delight brushing even more beauty across her face. “I love you, too. Ever since we were kids so many years ago. It has always been you—only you.”
