Logan’s head lifted. “If you hurt my brother, I’ll take off your head.”
“I already hurt your brother,” Niall said, his dual-colored eyes flashing. “He’s a stubborn bastard, he is.”
Logan studied the leader. The Fae people weren’t good fighters, but their technology was superior. If Sam had been tortured, if they’d gotten close enough to draw blood, he could’ve still probably overpowered whoever was hurting him. Yet he hadn’t. What exactly was he doing? “You’ll never break my brother,” Logan said, trying to sound angry.
Triumph filled Niall’s smile. “Oh, I’m close. He was gasping for breath when we decided to teleport him.”
Jesus. Sam could’ve stopped a teleport as easily as Logan. Probably even easier, because Sam actually could teleport. Had he been tased? “Where is he?” Logan let his voice crack.
Niall sighed. “That doesn’t matter. He did send you a message, though.”
“Right. You’re full of shit.”
“He said to kiss your mom for him. Tell her he loved her.” Niall gave a mock shudder. “I think he’s given up.”
Ivar glared at Logan. “Want me to rip off his head?”
“No. We’ll have to torture him,” Logan said, his chest easing with the coded message from Sam. The word ‘kiss’ meant undercover and that he’d be in touch. Sam was working things from the inside. Of course. “I have the perfect knife.”
“I have several,” Niall said easily. “Some still coated with Sam’s blood. Demon blood is darker than ours. Did you know that?”
How the hell would he have known that? Mercy’s feet had bled, but they’d been so cut up, he hadn’t really noticed. “Mercy’s blood tastes like honey and spice,” he murmured.
Red infused Niall’s cheeks. “You have not bitten my woman.”
Woman? She wasn’t human. “You’ve been watching too much television here in this dimension,” Logan drawled. “You don’t have a woman.”
“There isn’t television in any other dimension,” Niall shot back. “And you’re wrong. She’s committed to me—there’s no alternative. She wouldn’t even consider being disloyal to her people or her purpose.” His grin held menace. “Of course, she’s a hell of an actress. Has she convinced you otherwise?”
“Sorry. My mama taught me to be a gentleman. We don’t kiss and tell.” Logan kept still as Adare and Ivar both started to move in. “Although you should probably know that we were mainly naked for the first two days, or nights, of our acquaintance.” They’d kept moving through time zones into darkness, so it was a pain to figure out the actual time they’d spent together.
Niall’s chest puffed out—muscled and tight. “You’re lying.”
“Am I?” Logan said softly, trying to keep the guy’s attention. “That Key birthmark she has on her hip is lovely.” He’d been waiting for Fae reinforcements, but no sounds or signatures came from the house. Obviously Niall was counting on his teleporting skills. He nodded for Adare to move in before the asshole could zip away.
Adare shot into action, head down, in tackle mode. And bounced off the air next to Niall to crash into the stone fireplace. He landed on his feet, his chin up, blood flowing from a cut above his ear.
Fuck. The weird air bubbles could be employed around people? Logan squinted to see the weapon, but there wasn’t even a disturbance in the air.
Niall chuckled. “You don’t think I’m just standing here defenseless, do you?”
“No. You just send in defenseless females to do your job,” Logan said. What the hell was it with the Fae and the air? Witches could create fire out of air. Maybe the Fae could create shields and even weapons. If so, why hadn’t Mercy tried that? Or had the skill been inhibited when she’d been tased by a Fae weapon?
Niall grinned. “I didn’t send her in, and you know it. She often has her own agendas.”
Logan set his feet. “She is intriguing.”
“Isn’t she, though?” Niall strode around a thick oak table toward Logan. “I’ve heard that most demons can stop others from teleporting.”
Logan’s breath settled. “Actually, not many of us can do that.” It was a lie, but if Sam had purposely refrained from stopping a teleport, Logan wasn’t going to give him away. What the hell was Sam up to, anyway? Logan’s stance widened. “Though why don’t you try me? I think I can stop you.”
“You’ve never encountered anything like me, Kyllwood,” Niall said softly, moving with the arrogant grace of a pure shifter. “I’m going to take you to a hell dimension you can’t even imagine. It’s time you actually saw the devastation the Seven is inviting into this world.” He drew nearer.
Oh, Logan wanted this. If he could get past the bubble of defense, he could take down this jackass.
“I’m going to transport you somewhere you’ll never escape.” Niall drew even nearer. “You won’t survive a day, and the Seven will never be completely formed. Thank you for making this so easy for me.”
“You bet.” Logan braced for the attack.
