Garrett’s jaw snapped shut. “A fairy?”
Logan sighed. “Yeah. They like to be called Fae. Maybe it sounds tougher?” He showed his palm.
Garrett shook his head like a dog with a face full of water. “Whoa. Dude. That’s a marking.” He looked at him like he’d grown three heads. “Congratulations?”
“No. It’s temporary.” But the damn thing didn’t feel temporary. It was burned through his flesh. He cleared his throat and turned toward Adare, urgency tightening his chest until his ribs protested. “Here’s the deal. Either take me to Scotland, or I’m calling Zane and letting him know all about the Seven, then requesting a ride to Scotland.” The Seven were a secret and for good reason. “I have to find Sam.” And protect Mercy, damn it.
Adare rolled his eyes. “I’m not dumb enough to keep you from your mate. I’ve had Ronan researching Edinburgh, land, and fairies while I came to get you. Get clothes on, and we’ll go.”
Logan’s shoulders went down. Finally. He nodded.
“Did I hear my name?” Ronan Kayrs loped out of the woods, firewood in his hands. He had the dark hair of most Kayrs vampires but odd aqua eyes that seemed to see everything. He’d recently mated their doctor, and his gait had a looseness it had lacked before. He was no less a badass, though. “Where the hell have you been?”
Logan sighed. “I’ll catch you up soon. For now, you need to know that the Fae nation is better at teleporting than we are, and get this. Metal can go with them.”
Garrett’s eyes widened. “They can bring weapons while teleporting?”
Ronan coughed. “You met a fairy?”
“Yes. They prefer Fae.” Logan nodded grimly. No metal could be teleported by demons—weapons, phones, nothing. It gave the Fae yet another advantage. “But their training doesn’t compare to ours. Yet.”
A whisper sounded on the path, and a petite brunette edged across the stepping stones and out of the trees. “Garrett? The bossy doctor wants you back inside for a heart rate check.”
Ronan snorted. “My mate is a mite bossy.” Even though he was much more relaxed than when he’d first arrived in this century, his worry over his brother still being on a prison world kept him up at night. When was the last time he’d slept?
Logan partially turned toward the human. “Grace. You’re up.” The last time he’d seen the small human, she’d been in bed still recovering from a coma. Her hazel eyes were clear now, but her skin was still pale. Obviously she was healing, finally moving around. “Feeling better?”
She nodded, her gaze staying away from Adare. “Definitely.”
“You should be resting,” Adare growled, his tone one usually only purebred demons could reach.
She ignored him. “How was your trip, Logan?” Her voice was soft and tentative. Unused for two years.
Adare pivoted toward her. “I said to go back and rest.”
Logan tensed. He didn’t want to interfere with the two, but the woman was fragile.
Grace huffed out air. “Listen, buddy. I appreciate your mating me while I was in a coma and saving my life, but you’ve made it very clear that you were just doing a favor for your friend. So stop telling me what to do.”
Logan grimaced. Adare didn’t like humans and never would. But he’d done a solid because Grace’s sister, the bossy doctor, was mated to Ronan, another member of the Seven. It was a miracle that Adare had been able to mate the woman with just a bite and brand—no sex. Of course, Grace was one of the three Keys. That had to mean something. “We’ve found another Key, Grace,” he said. It’d be interesting to put Mercy and Grace in the same room. Would there be a noticeable energy?
Adare set his feet. “Get back inside, Grace.”
Finally, the woman looked at him. “Bite me, Adare.”
Logan bit back a grin, and Garrett snorted.
Adare moved. Fast. He whipped Grace up and was down the trail and out of sight before Logan could blink.
Garrett sighed. “They should just get a room and get it over with.”
“Has there ever been a mating without sex?” Logan asked, already moving down the pathway.
“Nope,” Garrett said, wincing as he fell into step. “I might’ve overdone it.”
Logan kept an eye on his best friend as Ronan followed with the firewood. He wasn’t doing a very good job of protecting the people he cared about. “They have Sam. I’m calling in the demon nation.” A full-out assault was necessary. Adrenaline lit his blood. He had to find his brother.
Garrett exhaled. “Not a good idea.”
