She frowned and shook her head.
“Fine.” He stepped out onto the dock, leaving her to scramble across the seat and out while clutching the overlarge shirt around her naked body. She inched closer to him, staring up at the two males, who were both as tall as Logan. At least six and a half feet. That’s where their similarities ended.
They were familiar to her from her studies of the Seven. These were two of the living Seven members, in the same place at the same time. Her people would go crazy if she could get them home with her somehow. “Ivar Kjeidsen and Adare O’Cearbhaill,” she whispered.
Ivar’s eyebrows rose. “Interesting.” He was a Viking from years past, also a demon-vampire hybrid. His eyes were bluer than the surrounding sea, and his long dark-blond hair was tied at the nape. “And who are you?”
“Mercy O’Malley,” Logan answered for her. “Stock-strategist, money launderer, part-time kidnapper, pain in the ass, fairy.”
She cut him a glare.
“A fairy? No shit?” Adare said, his Scottish accent in full force. He’d been a Highlander, probably still was, and had black hair and the shockingly black eyes of a purebred demon, which he was not. His dark hair gave him away as part vampire. Purebred demons had blond, almost white, hair. “You look like a fairy.”
She blushed. “Fae. We’re the Fae. Get it right.”
“You nuts?” Adare asked.
Logan rolled his eyes. “She’s damn close.”
Enough of this. She drew away from Logan. “Which one of you teleports?” They’d appeared out of nowhere, but she hadn’t been able to track their signatures.
“We both do,” Ivar said easily. “Why? You need a ride, pretty thing?”
Okay. So hybrid members of the Seven were a little flirty. She could use that. The second she tried to flutter her eyelashes, Logan growled and hauled her close to his bare side. “Knock it off. Everyone,” he snapped.
Ivar’s blue eyes sparkled. “You have got to find some clothing.”
Logan rubbed a hand across his eyes as if the world’s worst headache had just attacked him from the inside. “Why are you here, anyway? I thought you were on a mission dealing with human physicists and trying to figure out the prison worlds, dimensions, and teleporting.”
Ivar grinned. “I’m multitasking. Why are you nearly nude?”
“Long story. I would very much like to find clothes.” Logan dropped his hand. “We need a ride to Scotland. Who wants to take us?”
“No,” Mercy breathed, planting a hand on his bare chest. “You can’t come. My whole mission was to make you disappear, remember?”
Ivar lost the amusement. “Excuse me?”
Logan planted his hand over hers, so she could feel the even beating of his heart. “Yeah. Apparently the Fae nation wants to stop the Seven from forming completely. Since I’m the only one who still needs to undergo the ritual, they want to take me out.”
It sounded so cold when put like that. “It’s nothing personal,” Mercy assured them.
Neither male looked reassured. In fact, their eyes had gone granite-hard. She shivered and moved closer to Logan’s heat. “I wasn’t really going to hurt him,” she muttered, her feet freezing on the wooden dock.
“What’s going on, Kyllwood?” Ivar asked quietly, his gaze remaining on Mercy.
“A lot,” Logan said. “I’ll explain later. For now, we need to get Mercy back to her people and make sure they don’t want to harm her before I undergo the ritual.” They needed to get going on that.
Adare nodded. “I’m thinkin’ you shouldn’t go to Scotland if they want you gone. Why don’t you bring the girl with us, undergo the ritual, then take her back to her people?”
“You can’t do the ritual,” Mercy snapped, her temper finally overcoming her fear of these massive, overgrown males.
Logan looked down at her. Way down. “Would you care to explain why not?”
At least he was listening to her. Warmth surrounded her heart, and she smiled at him. He blinked.
Ivar cleared his throat. “I take it the fairy, erFaenation doesn’t want the Seven at full strength?”
Logan nodded.
