One put his hands up, eyes wide. Another two pulled out their own weapons. It happened quicker than I could keep track of. My hand touched the doorframe and sent a visible streak of electricity through the air, slamming into the chest of one of the men with guns.
He dropped his weapon and clutched his chest. Before the other could get a shot off, the twins shot simultaneously, and he went down as well. We moved into the hallway, killing everyone moving about their business.
“Murderers,” I murmured under my breath as I caught a woman running away. As soon as I touched her, I let the charge in me unleash. Her teeth rattled in her head as her muscles seized. Her hair stood on end. “Murderers,” I reminded myself as she fell to the floor in a heap, her body burnt from the inside.
These weren’t people. They were workers who supported an organization bent on killing other supernaturals. Their lives are forfeit to that cause. We didn’t stop to ask their names or what their rolls were. Just as the humans that were pulled from their lives weren’t given those courtesies. We didn’t ask who made the weapons or if they knew about the torture that went on below their feet. Just as they didn’t ask why an army of hybrids attacked a peaceful family on vacation in the mountains.
They didn’t ask the names of the people they killed. Didn’t take any notice that they were tearing families apart. Killing sisters and daughters.
There comes a time when you can’t let your conscience get in the way.Everyoneknew the Division of Silence’s only agenda was to destroy and eliminate species that they deemed ‘too dangerous to exist.’ And anyone who signed on with them was just as guilty of those crimes. Their burdens were shared.
Keeping this in mind, I never hesitated to light up someone’s ass with the force of my monster. It grew bigger, pushing out of my body and taking over my movements. People were fighting back now, but not quickly or loudly enough to cause much of a scene before we took them out. Our goal was to stay as discreet as possible, and therefore make as much damage as we could before we were truly challenged.
That moment would come.
But hopefully not before we hit the security office with minimal obstacles.
I spun when Raiden sucked in a breath. A man came out with something that looked comically far too big to be inside a building. He’d blow the entire side off.
“Blow him away,” Saar said, yanking his brother away.
Aratiri and Tempest moved forward, their bodies not at all solid and made of flesh. Arat had gills and very long, freaky arms, while Tem was made of smoke. A burst of wind shot down the hall, sending the half a dozen people backward and slamming them into the wall.
I shoved forward, placing my hands on the metal frame of a door and loading it with electricity. I could feel the way it followed the wires in the wall like blood through veins. But there wasn’t a steady heartbeat making them move. It was rage and endless energy that I took from my husbands, as well as from the electricity running the building.
It grappled with the people on the ground before consuming them all. Where they were heaped gave my currents enough surface area to fry. Jumping from one body to the next. Each wearing metal. Earrings. Belt. Rivets on their shoes. The monstrous weapons.
Pulling my hand away, my guys pulled me down the hall. We were close to the security office now.
“Check in,” someone said in my head. I jumped, glancing around, uneasy.
“We’re good. Watching our wife light some men’s asses up,” Kohara answered.
“Sexy as hell,” Notus muttered, winking at me when I glanced in his direction.
Since I was slightly disoriented from using so much energy, it took me a minute to realize who they were talking to. When quiet laughter filled my ears, I remembered the radio links. Letting out a breath, I rubbed my hands on my legs to dry my sweaty palms.
“Pace yourself,” Arat murmured in my ear, his hand circling my wrist. “We’re only on the third floor. We have two more, plus the basement levels to take care of. Don’t overdo it so soon, love.”
I nodded. “I need that reminder more frequently.”
He smiled and kissed my cheek. “Will do.”
Maybe others finally got the message that they should stay in their offices. We went unhindered for the last hundred feet before we stopped at the security room door. But Bronte wasn’t looking at the door right now and his distraction made the rest of us look at him.
“What’s wrong?” Saar asked.
“That room is one of the dark ones,” he murmured, taking a step forward. “One of the rooms the sonar couldn’t penetrate.”
Kohara took his arm and pulled him back. “Security first. We’ll head there after.”
Bronte bit his lip, staring at the door. He nodded, but couldn’t seem to look away. Kohara pushed himself in front of him, not allowing Bronte to move out of sight. But his fixation on the opposite door had us all hesitating. We looked between the two, a clear unspoken debate that we shared.
“What do you want to do?” Arat asked.
Bronte shook his head. “You know I hate decisions.”
Arat wrapped an arm around Bronte’s waist from behind, pressing his lips to the shell of his ear. “Yes, and normally, we’re all about letting that go. We enjoy taking care of you until you’re a happy, sighing, gooey mess in our arms.” Bronte blinked, his eyes relinquishing his steadfast focus on the door to look over his shoulder. A smile touching his lips. “But you memorized the building, baby. If you don’t want to make a decision, that’s okay. But we need to know exactly what you’re thinking and feeling right now so we can make it for you.”
