Kat opened the portal back to Kalosis. “It’s time for you to all go home.”
Stryker looked at the opening, then laughed. “’Fraid not, sweetie. Mama likes me better at the moment. So you can shove that portal up your very attractive ass. Me and my boys have work to do. Either join us or leave.”
Urian didn’t miss the light of fear in Kat’s eyes that those words wrought. He couldn’t blame her. His father was terrifying. “Youhaveto go. Those are the rules. The portal opens and you have to walk through it.”
Stryker came forward, his eyes sinister and cold. “No, we don’t.”
The portal closed.
She gasped. The Destroyer had given him a key too and placed him in control.
Stryker cupped her face with his hand. “It’s a pity she protects you so. Otherwise I would have had a taste of you centuries ago.”
She glared her fury at him. “Get your hand off me or lose it.”
To her surprise, he obeyed, but not before he kissed her rudely.
Kat shrieked and slapped him.
He laughed. “Go home, little girl. If you stay here, you might get hurt.”
Her body shaking, Kat flashed back into the house.
Urian shook his head. “You shouldn’t treat her like that.” The words came out before he could stop himself.
His father passed a disbelieving stare toward him. “Pardon?”
“You taught us better and if we’d ever grabbed a woman or spoken to one like you just did, you’d have torn our asses up.”
“I know. There’s just something about her that makes me insane.”
Not wanting to argue, Urian went back to watching the monitors.
A few minutes later, he saw a bright flash and heard his father’s violent curse.
“Careful,” his father warned his men as they fired another round at the house. “Not that it’s likely, but give them a chance to come out before you blow the house apart.”
“Why?” Trates asked. “I thought the objective was to kill the heiress.”
Urian gave the man an irritated stare that said,Are you totally stupid?“Yes, but if we hurt the Abadonna in the process, we’re going to find out what it feels like to be turned inside out. Literally. Like most beings, I actually like the fact that my skin isoutsidemy body.”
“She’s immortal,” Trates argued. “What’s a bomb to her?”
“Immortal like us, bonehead.” Urian snatched the rocket launcher from Trates’s hand and handed it off to Icarus. “Blow her body apart and shewilldie. None of you want to know what the Destroyer would do to us if that happens.”
Icarus aimed more carefully.
Stryker nodded his approval to his son, then projected his thoughts to the rest of his team. “Watch the exits. I know the Dark-Hunter will have a back way out of this place. When they run, you’d better catch them. Stand ready.”
Stryker studied thesecurity cameras closely. He knew the heiress and her guards wouldn’t stay inside much longer. His men had already blown up the entire garage and were now slowly shooting into the house, section by section. There was a lot of exterior damage, but he couldn’t really tell how much was being done internally.
Not that it mattered. If this didn’t work, they’d burn it down. He already had the flamethrowers on standby.
Anyone worth his salt would have exit tunnels. And Wulf was certainly worth his salt.
Urian had found several exits so far.
His son just had to make sure they had found them allbeforetheir prey left the premises.
