Sam shrugged, his body visibly on full alert. “Never heard of it.”
The force outside drew nearer, their signatures strengthening.
Mercy tried harder. “It’s minute, like glitter you can’t see. Can track us anywhere. Great invention.”
“Shit.” Logan let her yank the shirt over his head and shoved his jeans to the ground. “If you’re messing with us, Mercy—”
“I’m not,” she gasped. Whoa. His bare chest was even better than she’d imagined. Muscled and strong—with a scar across his left pec. How badly did a demon have to be injured to be scarred for life? Usually they could heal all injuries. His wartime exploits hadn’t been exaggerated. If anything, she suspected his records left out too much information.
Why in the heck had she allowed herself to be tased? She needed to teleport and right now. There was only one choice. Grabbing Logan’s arm, she pulled him over to Sam, thankful he let her do so. “Dunk us. Any freshwater lake will do.” An ocean would be fine, but she hated sharks. Damn things liked to bite.
Sam frowned but slid an arm around her waist and one over Logan’s shoulder. “This is crazy, but what the hell. Dunking Logan is always fun.”
Mercy kept a good hold on Logan’s arm out of instinct, needing some sort of connection with him.
The Fae soldiers breached the hotel. The door exploded open just as the universe dropped away. Pressure and darkness moved in on her, and she closed her eyes, unable to do anything but remain on Sam’s path. Her skin tingled, and sparks flitted behind her eyelids. It was like driving a high-powered machine on an old country road. She was so much better at teleporting.
An energy caught her, and she opened her eyes.
Only blackness.
She tried to yell, to give warning, but nothing came out. Helpless. At the moment, she was truly helpless. They’d been followed into the path by Fae soldiers. Did Sam even know that was possible?
Light cut into her eyes, and a second later, she plunged deep into cold water.
The shock stole her breath. She closed her mouth and started to struggle, fighting the depths. Logan’s warm hands wrapped around her upper arms, and she moved into him, seeking safety. He kept a tight hold and kicked to the surface. The moment oxygen filled her nose, she started to cough and sputter.
“You’re okay.” Logan’s voice softened, and he held her aloft, providing a shield against all danger. They floated in the calm water.
Sam appeared from the depths next to them, his dark hair plastered to his head. His wet clothing clung to a very ripped body. “Will this wash off the tracking dust on you two?”
Gulping, she nodded. They were in the middle of a bluish-green lake surrounded on all four sides by thick forest and wild mountains. Far away from Scotland. Snow covered the tall peaks in the distance. “But we have a problem,” she sputtered.
“What?” Logan asked.
Two Fae soldiers plunged out of thin air into the lake. Coming up, they each grabbed one of Sam’s arms.
Logan yelled and moved toward his brother.
Electricity crackled through the water, and then all three men disappeared. Waves whipped around wildly.
“Sam!” Logan yelled.
But he was gone.
Chapter 6
Surrounded by icy water, Logan Kyllwood went full hot. Fire roared through him. He splashed around, looking toward the shore, trying to find his brother. His lungs seized. Then he stilled, going calm. Deadly. “Where are they?”
“They’re gone,” Mercy said, quietly treading water.
He turned toward her, moving rapidly through the waves to reach her. Focus. He had to focus and not go ballistic. “Where did they go?”
“I don’t know,” she whispered, her dark red hair floating on the water. “They could be anywhere.”
Why the hell hadn’t Sam stopped the teleporting? Was he just taken by surprise, or had the dual energy from the two Fae stopped him? Damn it. Logan was about to lose his mind. “Can you trace them the same way they followed us?”
“Not without my ability to teleport,” she sighed, her lips turning blue.
