She exhaled slowly as if counting. “Very well, then. You’ve left us no options.”
“Your people won’t survive a war with us,” Logan said reasonably. “Your leaders will have no choice but to talk with us.” While their tactical gear was impressive, he’d taken down four of the attackers rather easily, even after having been shocked seven times.
She winced. “Don’t let one bad night fool you. We have powers you’ve never heard about.”
Totally possible. That’s what he was afraid of. It was time to learn more about the Fae. If he turned her over to his eldest brother and the demon nation, she’d be questioned—harshly if necessary. He wouldn’t let that happen. Logan would have to go at this alone for a while. Until he understood all of the facts.
Keeping the existence of the Seven a secret from his brother and the demon nation was starting to take a toll on him. He had to find a better plan overall, without question.
But first, they needed to get the hell out of Scotland. The walls were closing in, and he could sense the enemy drawing near. The ability had saved his ass more than once during the last war, so he never ignored a warning itch between his shoulder blades.
He reached for the hotel phone and dialed a secure number, giving two of his codes and following up with, “Jim Beam had a bad weekend on the beach.”
Mercy’s eyebrows rose.
Two clicks came over the line, then, “Logan? What’s up?”
“Sam.” Logan relaxed at hearing his older brother’s voice. Sam was the middle brother and definitely the most easygoing. Usually. Until something ticked him off enough and he went nuclear. Not a pretty sight. “I need an extraction. Here’s the address.”
He’d barely hung up the phone when Sam appeared in the room.
Mercy yelped and fell back against the wall with her hand on her chest.
Logan grinned and stood to hug his brother, leaning back to take a good look. They both had their vampire father’s size, standing well over six feet tall, and they had his dark hair and green eyes. But where Logan had been told—many times—that his hollow-eyed gaze showed his time in war, Sam’s eyes were deeper and darker. As if he, and he alone, knew secrets not even Fate could reveal. “Thanks for coming.”
“Always and every time,” Sam said easily, clapping him on the shoulder. “I was just doing some research in Tibet. Found an old monastery—great place. None of the monks talk.”
Logan grinned. He could see his brother loving the silence. “I was hoping you’d take a friend and me out of here sooner rather than later.” At the narrowing of Sam’s eyes, Logan guessed he wasn’t falling for the casual act. Oh well. “This is Mercy.” He gestured behind Sam.
Sam turned and studied the female for a moment. His head cocked to the side, and he held out a hand to shake. “Sam Kyllwood. It’s a pleasure.”
Her mouth gaped open. “Oh, God. You’re Sam.TheSam.”
Chapter 5
Holy jumping jellybeans melted twice into a gooey mess. She should so not have said that. So bad. Both Kyllwood men were staring at her with different degrees of surprise. Sam’s look had a curious tinge, while Logan’s seemed more…pissed.
“Care to explain that statement?” Logan asked mildly as Sam retracted his extended hand.
Not really. Nope. Not at all, in fact. Even though she wanted to crawl into a corner and hide until the next century, she couldn’t help but study them. Two of the three Kyllwood males in one place. And man, were they something to look at.
Thick hair, spectacular eyes, hard-cut bodies. Even among immortals, they were something unique. And they were brothers. Sam had come the second Logan had called. The idea of a brother had always fascinated her. More than once in her childhood, she’d daydreamed that one would appear for her. Lost and somehow found.
The shape of their jawlines was a little different. Logan’s was squarer, while Sam’s angled. Both firm and too sexy for description, but she’d definitely give it a try later on with Sandy.
Still, there was no doubt they shared genes. Really good genes. She’d seen pictures of the eldest Kyllwood, and he was just as good-looking.
“Well?” Logan prompted, his tone hinting she’d better come up with something.
Sam studied her eyes and seemed to look around her head. His body stiffened. Geez. Did he see auras or something? “You’re a fairy,” he murmured.
Logan shot him a look.
“Fae,” she corrected. When would the world understand how tough they were? It might help if the Fae remained in this dimension for a while, and it certainly would be beneficial if they actually won a fight. Logan had beaten her soldiers way too easily the night before. It wasn’t a surprise to find him not taking her seriously. Yet.
“Why are you on Earth?” Sam asked, his tone more curious than anything else.
Logan leaned back in his chair, his expression clearing to nothing. Blank. Ah. The youngest Kyllwood didn’t know everything about his older brother, now did he? That had to smart a bit.
