Then she spun about and realized they were in the apartment with her. Awesome. With a piercing scream, she caught his friend in the chest with her dagger.
He evaporated into a golden-black cloud before Urian could pull him to safety. Grinding his teeth, he cursed himself for not being quicker.
Spinning around, Cassandra kicked his father back, but he didn’t go completely out the door. Instead, he only blocked it more. Which prevented her from escaping.
“You’re quick.” He healed his arm, causing her to gasp at his powers. “I’ll give you that.”
Cassandra lifted her chin defiantly, reminding him of a gesture Phoebe used whenever Urian pissed her off. “You don’t know the half of it.”
She kneed the next one of their guys who reached her and fought Urian’s second-in-command. His father stayed back, watching her carefully so that he could learn her techniques and use them against her.
Urian knew if he didn’t get her out of here, or shield her movements, his father was about to attack her any second and end her existence.
It was now or never.
Determined, he rushed her.
To his shock, she didn’t run away. Rather, she caught him under the arm and flipped him over. Urian hit the ground with a loud grunt that left him reeling. Just as she went to stab him, his father came out of nowhere and grabbed her arm before she could pierce his Daimon’s mark.
“No one attacks Urian!”
She shrieked as he wrenched the dagger from her hand. Then she made the fatal move as so many had before her.
Cassandra met his father’s eyes that swirled like mercury silver. Those eyes were hypnotic. They danced and held everyone spellbound. Turned their thoughts to oatmeal.
Urian literally watched as all the fight inside her vanished. A sly, seductive smile curved his father’s lips. “See how easy it is when you don’t fight?”
He tilted her head to the side to give him access to her carotid artery. His father met Urian’s gaze and let laughter rumble deep in his throat a moment before he sank his teeth into her neck.
“Am I interrupting?”
Urian bared his fangs as he recognized that deep baritone. This was the one he affectionately called the Muppet Dark-Hunter because his accent reminded him of the Swedish Chef.
The huge bastard jerked his father away from Cassandra. Which was good, but …
Urian ran to check on him while the Dark-Hunter whisked his sister-in-law up into his arms and ran with her. “Get them!” he shouted at his team, knowing they’d never catch up. So it gave them a chance to get away, and Urian an excuse to let them.
Or so he thought.
No sooner did he touch his father’s shoulder than his father’s eyes turned red and he sprang to life. Worse, he shifted into his dragon form and launched into flight.
Cursing, Urian went running to catch them.
He manifested a motorcycle just so that he could chase after Wulf’s dark green Expedition.
Cassandra and crew had just locked the doors when his father struck the roof in his large black dragon form.
“Let her out and you can live,” the dragon said in Stryker’s voice.
Wulf answered by putting his SUV in reverse and gunning it. He turned the wheel and sent the beast flying.
The dragon shrieked and blew a blast of fire at them. The Dark-Hunter kept going, without slowing. The dragon took flight and dove at them, then arced up, high into the sky, before it vanished into a shimmery cloud of gold.
“What the hell was that?” Wulf asked.
“He’s Apostolos,” Cassandra murmured as she struggled to snap herself out of her daze. “The son of the Atlantean Destroyer and a god in his own right. We’re so screwed.”
Wulf let out a disgusted sound. “Yeah well, I don’t let anyone screw me until they kiss me and since there’s not even a snowball’s chance in hell of me kissing that bastard, we’re not screwed.”
