Logan leaned on Garrett, his mind spinning. “Enough of this shit. Gather up all the Fae you can find. Make them tell you the locations of the others—take them all to demon headquarters.” He’d better call Zane and clear the mission from the helicopter. It was time to show the Fae that superior weapons couldn’t beat sheer numbers. “I’ll take the heat from the Realm.”
The choppers came into sight.
Logan straightened. What he wouldn’t give to be able to teleport. Of the Seven, only Adare could, and he was barely standing beneath Ivar’s weight. The ritual had taken a toll on them all.
His vision went black and then slowly returned. Where was Mercy? Was she okay? He’d bet anything Niall had taken her to their headquarters—with the Cyst general. The fucking Fae didn’t know they were dealing with monsters.
“You okay?” Garrett asked.
He nodded. He had to be, to get his mate. Zane or Sam would need to come teleport them. But he’d just done it—traveled through more dimensions than he could count. Something sparked along his legs. He drew energy from the earth itself—just like Mercy had told him to. He felt her energy all around him. Even inside him. They’d mated, and the effect was already changing him. “I think I can teleport there. You at my back?”
“Every time and always.” Garrett wiped blood off his palm. “We took Fae headquarters easy enough before.”
The choppers landed and they ran through swirling snow to jump inside. Benny and Garrett bracketed Logan on the seat as they quickly took off, waving to Adare in the other helicopter. Ronan and Ivar were already out of sight behind him, flat on the benches, no doubt recuperating.
Benny tossed Logan a headset as he grabbed his own and started barking orders.
Logan took a deep breath. He needed time to heal, but that was impossible. So he took precious moments to contact his brother, knowing he was asking for the biggest favor of all time. If this went south, and it probably would, he’d just plunged the demon nation back into war.
One the Realm might not join.
They reached his cabin in record time, and he and Garrett jumped out, giving Benny a salute. The crazy male nodded and zipped out of sight, arguing with the pilot over who should fly.
“Bad news,” Garrett said, ripping the headset off. “The Realm satellites are busy watching the shifter nations. There’s been movement, and we can’t focus the satellites on Scotland.”
“Movement by the shifters?” What a disaster. Logan strode toward his cabin with his left leg numb. “They won’t declare war.”
“Hope not,” Garrett said, striding up the steps. “We’ll have to go in blind to get her.”
Wouldn’t be the first time. Logan paused on the deck and turned to face his best friend. Garrett was too loyal sometimes. Logan had never teleported before and could plant them on the moon. “This is too much. I can go in alone.”
“Shut up.” Garrett brushed past him, pausing to look at the rushing river. “Just don’t drop us on a bear or anything.”
Logan tried to heal the cuts on his arm, but they remained open and bleeding. It was a damn good thing his torso was fused and shielded. At least his organs were safe. “All I can say is that she’d better be there.”
Garrett’s gray eyes sobered. “Having a mate seems to be a lot of work.”
“I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.” Logan tried to force his leg to feel, but the numbness remained.
“Not a chance.” Garrett scrubbed his hands down his shirt and over the scorch marks from the heated chamber. “We’ll have to suit up in Scotland. I’ve already called in for supplies.” He looked up. “Assuming we make it safely.”
Logan paused, even though everything hurt. “Thanks, G.” There was a lot more he wanted to say, a thank-you for friendship and brotherhood, a promise of loyalty always, but the words stuck in his throat.
“No problem.” Garrett eyed him. “Same here.”
Good enough. Their first interaction had been to punch each other so hard and fast that they’d demolished a cabin in the middle of nowhere, blowing out a wall. They’d soon become friends, then brothers-in-law, and finally brothers.
Logan clapped him on the arm. “You ready?”
“Fuck no.” Garrett settled into a fighting stance, obviously expecting trouble.
Logan exhaled, and his torso felt heavier than usual. Was he just tired, or was this a result of the bonding? He shook off his thoughts and shut his eyes, drawing on the power around him and focusing on the hills of Scotland.
Pain zipped up his legs and over his abdomen. The deck disappeared, and they were flying, landing in the middle of a lake. Shit. He tightened his hold on Garrett and tried again, landing three other places before finally falling on his face outside of Edinburgh Castle.
Garrett landed on his knees and hauled them both to their feet. “Only you could find a nudist colony in Antarctica.” He shivered. “From what I saw, it was way too cold to be naked.”
Logan’s head spun, but he stayed on his feet. His heart pounded, and the marking on his palm burned. He could feel her energy, and he thought it had drawn him right here and now. She’d directed him here somehow. He rose to his full height. “She’s close.”
