A wave of air, a weird bubble, brushed his skin with a slight burn. He pushed against it, and the damn thing pushed back.
Niall spread out his arms.
Logan dropped into a fighting stance. “Let’s do this.”
“Good-bye, Logan Kyllwood.” Niall rushed him, ducking his head and moving fast.
“No!” Ivar leaped from the side, energy cascading from him, already in mid-teleport. He crashed through the bubble and tackled Niall.
The air crackled, and they both disappeared.
Silence fell on the night. “Viking!” Adare yelled, rushing to the now-empty spot.
Fury filled Logan as his gaze caught on the burn mark on the perfect wood floor. “What the fuck did Ivar just do?” he growled.
Adare shot a hand through his thick black hair. “Damn it. Since he was teleporting, he could infiltrate that weird defensive bubble.”
Logan couldn’t teleport. He really needed to get that skill. “But why?”
Adare sighed, his eyes darkening. “You’re not a member of the Seven yet. We need you here and in one piece, Logan.”
Ivar had just possibly sacrificed himself for Logan.
“I guess I do have brothers,” Logan muttered, the idea pissing him off beyond belief. How dare the Viking sacrifice himself? That was Logan’s job. “All right. How do we find him?”
Adare looked toward the door. “We only have access to one person with knowledge.”
Mercy. Logan nodded. “Yeah. It’s time she told us everything.” Whether she liked it or not.
Chapter 20
Mercy was really getting tired of being tied up, and she needed some daylight, damn it. They couldn’t keep traveling from night to night across the globe. She sat on the bed, her hands tied to the iron headboard. These zip ties were even tighter than the belt had been. But she had to get free. She struggled until her wrist bled, but nothing.
Damn Logan.
Her head dropped. God, she was exhausted. When had she last slept? She drifted between sleep and wakefulness, finally landing on a dream of a memory she often had.
At fifteen years old, she and Sandy were already experts at using computers. They’d teleported back to the homeland, where they had several safe houses with the newest equipment. The walls of the basement were covered with large screens, while several tables holding computers were arranged across the floor. She looked over at her best friend. “I think if we move funds into this area of technology, we’ll see a better increase.” If they ever had to come back for good, they’d need money.
Sandy nodded, her fingers poking at the keyboard.
Mercy snorted. “I don’t like how the hedge funds are warping the stock market by doing all their buying and selling at the end of the month.”
Sandy grimaced. “Why would they do that?”
To drive Mercy crazy? She sighed. “That’s when they report to their investors, so they’re cleaning things up and hiding mistakes in those last few days of the month. It can screw up prices.”
Sandy groaned. “Who cares?”
“I do,” Mercy said. “We’ll need financial freedom when we come back here permanently.” She loved playing the markets. “Many technology stocks have high prices and they aren’t profitable. But so many people are buying…”
Sandy leaned back in her chair and planted her hands over her eyes.
Mercy grinned. “Fine. Go back outside and work with the weapons. I can do this.” Sandy was the best at tweaking weapons to make them even stronger. She hated computer time.
Sandy’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
Mercy nodded. This was her thing. She had value, and she had use. Otherwise there was no reason to exist. “Go.”
