Logan’s hands clenched into fists and he lowered his head like a ram about to attack. Then he launched himself into a run, his arms and legs moving too fast to track.
Mercy swung around and pounded on the glass divider. “Go faster, damn it. Hit the petrol. I’ll pay you anything.”
“There’s a speed limit, miss,” the driver said, his voice indulgent.
She pounded harder. “Look behind you.”
The driver glanced up into the rearview mirror. His shoulders went back and hit the seat. Hard. “What in the world?”
Humans. She didn’t have time to deal with them or their nonsense. “He’s coming. You do not want him to reach us.” Turning, she let out a squawk. Logan was gaining and fast. “For the love of God, hurry the hell up,” she screamed.
The driver scrambled and pressed harder on the pedal. The vehicle jerked forward, its tires gaining traction.
But it was too late.
Logan caught the bumper, pulled back, and swung the cab into a fire hydrant. The clank of metal on metal filled the night. He yanked open her door, grabbed her arm, and had her out in the rain before she could blink.
The driver scrambled toward the passenger door. “Wait a minute.”
Logan lowered his head and focused on the man.
The driver’s eyes widened and he shrank back. Then his eyelids closed, and he slumped against the dash.
Mercy’s stomach quivered. “Did you—”
“No,” Logan snarled, his anger a force around them both. “He’s unconscious and won’t remember anything except hitting the hydrant.” In one smooth motion, he hefted her over his shoulder, his arm hooking across her legs to keep her in place.
Her head smacked the small of his back, and she winced.
This sucked.
He paused, the raining slapping them hard. “Before I move, I have to know. Niall took the Viking somewhere he called hell. Can you get there or tell me how to find him?”
She blinked rain out of her face. Oh no. There were an infinite number of possibilities. “Yes. You let me go back to my people, and I’ll track him.” Not a chance. Not unless Niall told her where.
“No.” With that, Logan started to run again. “Adare went to meet with contacts, and you and I are getting some sleep. I can go three days without, but I’m done. Then you’re going to tell me everything—every single thing you know about how I can find Ivar and Sam.”
That was the problem. She didn’t know a damn thing.
Sleep? With him? She was exhausted, but suddenly her body perked right up, as if she’d been resting for days.
Chapter 21
By the time Ivar Kjeidsen started to fight the teleport, he was dropping through the air to land on jagged rocks. One pierced his rib cage and he cried out, bounding to his feet anyway.
Lava boiled up all around him between rocks, sending up impossible heat and the stench of burning sulfur.
Niall sat down a few feet away on a solid rock and swept out a hand. “This is what you’re exposing your people to. The second you fucked with the laws of physics, the moment the Seven did the impossible, you made this a reality for everyone you love.”
A creature howled in the distance, the sound soul-chilling.
Ivar breathed in and his lungs burned. The sky was a bruised purple, the atmosphere heavy with an unreal gravity. “Where are we?”
Niall lowered his chin, fury lighting his dual-colored eyes. “You might live long enough to figure that out.” He lifted a shoulder, sweat rolling down his face. He pulled a silver weapon out from behind his waist. A type of gun Ivar had never seen before. “Or not.”
Ivar bunched to teleport out, but Niall fired first.
Electricity edged with sharp blades crashed over Ivar’s entire body. He cried out, his nervous system misfiring in every direction.
