“Hmm. Maybe next time.” In a move that was as graceful as it was powerful, he threw both arms out and snapped the chains holding him to the wall.
Oh, God. She bunched to jump off him and he manacled her arms, the cuffs still around his wrists. He tugged her farther up his thighs until they sat groin to groin, his face only an inch from hers. Heat cascaded off him like a volcano.
She froze. Completely. Like a deer reaching a ravine. The power dynamic had shifted so quickly, she hadn’t even had time to breathe. Control. She had to keep control somehow. “I don’t want to hurt you, Logan,” she breathed.
His chin lifted, and his lips twitched. “That’s too bad, because I do want to hurt you right now.”
Before she could so as much as struggle, the garage door exploded open, wood flying in every direction.
She screamed.
Chapter 3
The force of the blast knocked Logan’s head back against the metal siding. Stars exploded behind his eyes. Even so, he rolled to the left and leapt to his feet before his brain could catalogue the threat, ripping the iron cuffs off his wrists and dropping them to the ground.
Burning slats of wood littered the cement. Haze, hot and filled with particles, obstructed his view of the dark night outside.
A force of four soldiers burst through the fog, dressed from head to toe in black, boots to face masks.
He sent out a piercing brain attack at the nearest threat while jumping close to where Mercy’s sword had landed. The soldier shrieked and dropped to his knees. Kicking the handle up, Logan caught the sword and started swinging, slicing the second-closest attacker across the chest.
The guy’s tac-vest didn’t even rip.
Tossing the sword to his other hand, Logan went for the guy’s upper arm, shoving hard. When he felt bone, he yanked the blade out.
The soldier continued on, reaching for a gun at his waist with his good hand.
The other two fanned out.
Mercy. Were they with her or looking for her?
His answer came sharply with a high kick out of the blue. She nailed a soldier beneath the chin, and he stumbled back several feet.
Logan concentrated on the attackers.
The guy on the floor finally passed out. Two bullets pierced Logan’s upper arm, and he stumbled back. Growling, he lowered his chin and ripped into the mind of the guy shooting him.
The nerve centers in the brain broadcasted horrific pain that felt just as real as a hot blade. The guy grabbed his ears and bent forward, fighting it hard.
“Get her,” yelled the soldier Mercy had kicked.
Get her? They wanted Mercy? “Here I thought I was the prize,” Logan muttered, pivoting and going for the legs, his sword flashing too fast to see. He caught the guy in the thigh.
“You are,” the soldier countered, his voice muffled by the mask. “But our orders are to bring her back to the king, regardless of cost.” He continued to fight, despite the damage to his thigh. They must’ve had some sort of protective clothing on. Impressive.
Mercy battled hand to hand with the fourth soldier, who had about a hundred pounds and at least eight inches on her. He methodically countered her moves, but she shot a surprisingly fast kick to his groin and knocked him back a step. The guy bent over with a pained yelp, his arm coming up to protect his face.
Logan concentrated harder on the brain attack. He needed that guy out cold. “Mercy,” he bellowed. “Teleport the hell out of here.” Even though he didn’t have the skill, she could go anywhere, if she’d been telling the truth.
“They’ll kill you,” she gasped, blocking a punch that knocked her back about a yard.
She was staying to fight with him? Who the hell was this damn fairy? He threw a hard punch and nailed the soldier across from him right beneath the chin.
The guy growled and kicked the sword out of Logan’s hand, and it clattered across the concrete into the haze.
Who were these people? Logan couldn’t get a read on them. Not demons or vampires. More Fae? If so, why were they after Mercy? She was holding her own, but the soldier was advancing on her. “Get out of here,” Logan snapped.
“No,” she snapped back.
