He grunted. “What is your problem?”
Shocked at his irritation, she met his blue eyes for a half second. Recalled what Dante had said—the agitation was because of the drugs. But his retort still hurt.
“Princess.”
Acutely aware of her position atop of Owen, she shuttled aside and looked at the men from Omen, not sure which had called her.
“Where’d you see the guy?” Dante asked.
“When we came out, he was straight ahead, slightly to the left.”
“Like a clock,” Dante said. “Eleven or ten?”
Oh, that made sense. “Eleven.”
“Apollo, you good?”
Owen blinked, looking at his Scion brother, who adjusted positions, aimed out toward the incoming fire. “No thanks to you.” Man, it felt like his skin was crawling—and yet also seemed like he didn’t know where his feet were. He cursed himself for biting Leighton’s head off. The ketamine was wrecking him. “Thought we were exfiling, not sitting around.”
A curse seared the air—from Luther, who crouch-ran toward them. “Car’s gone—someone took off with it, and enemy reinforcements just pulled up.”
“Let’s go.” But when Owen pushed up, his knees said heck no, sending him back down. Humiliated, he looked around to see what he’d tripped over—but it was only his own two feet.
“He’s impaired,” Dante said. “No way we can hoof it out of here.”
“We have to try,” Luther insisted. “Options are that or surrender.”
“Not on your life,” Owen growled.
Both men glanced down and to the side, listening.
That’s when Owen noticed their comms devices. They were listening to Pike, no doubt. And not sharing that info. Which ticked him off. “What’s happening?”
Dante exchanged a long look with Luther, then gave a grim nod. “We can do it.”
“What?” Leighton asked, as she shifted closer.
Man, why was she all up in his business? Owen rolled his shoulders, telling himself to let it go. Keep his mouth shut. His head was jacked because of the drugs.
“If you don’t tell us what’s going on,” Owen bit out, “then?—”
“We came in light with the plan to get you into the car and out of here,” Luther snapped. “But now we have no wheels. And overwatch reports five vehicles inbound with armed combatants.”
“Badly outnumbered and outgunned,” Dante growled.
Owen struggled back to his feet. “C’mon.” He’d barely gotten there when he was forced to steady himself by leaning against the table. “We need to move.”
“Are you crazy?” Leighton objected. “You can barely walk straight.”
“Straight or crooked, it’s better than going back to the royals.”
“Is it?” she challenged, then looked at Dante and Luther. “I appreciate the chance, but we don’t have a prayer. Do we?”
“Talk later.” Luther herded them to a bigger vendor cart, crouched there. Positioned himself and popped off a couple rounds.
Leighton glanced at the three of them. “Jeddah?—”
“We’re in Jeddah?” Owen asked, mind feeling like a thick vat of sludge.
