The smoke thinned, enough that I could make out the siren’s shape.
Molly roared suddenly behind me and my head jerked toward the sound just as the human charged at Calista through the smoke.
Oh my God. This was bad. Molly was a supe groupie, not a supe hunter. Calista would eat her alive—literally. Sirens loved bone marrow.
I couldn’t leave Cass and Molly to fend for themselves. As the sky darkened, and the smoke swirled around us, I reached out and fisted Molly’s shirt with my good hand, yanking her toward me with all my strength. She spun off balance and crashed into my chest, taking me to the ground with her on top. I tried not to focus on all the bits that hurt as I made yet another awkward landing. Rolling to the side, I threw Molly off and popped to my feet, dragging her behind me.
‘Time to get the fuck out of here,’I sent to Cass through our telepathic link.
I’d only retreated a handful of times in my career, but it was time to return another day with more in our arsenal. I didn’t fancy being vampire food, and Calista was way more powerful than I’d expected.
‘You can say that again,’my furry friend responded right away, sounding like he was moving as fast as his short legs or wings could carry him.
‘I’ve got Molly. Meet you at the car?’
‘Book it, girl. Those vamps are gonna suck us dry if we don’t get out of here.’
He didn’t have to tell me twice. I pulled Molly toward the fence, until I noticed she was on board with the escape and running alongside me. The gate we’d come through had been guarded. So I ran about twenty feet from that spot, and kicked two boards in the middle of the fence down like I was still badass Evie, and not prego Evie with a clusterfuck for a life. Wood cracked loudly, but the boards didn’t go down the first time. A second kick accomplished my intended result, and I side-stepped through the gap with Molly right on my heels.
The cries of the siren and the vamps erupted behind us, but Gran’s smoke should confuse things long enough for us to get to the Jeep. I ran with everything I had left, pumping my arms and whizzing across the long walkway to the bottom of the drive. From the side of my eye I caught a flash of bright purple hair. Good, Molly was keeping up with me.
I’d completely forgotten about my security detail! The two hulked-out werewolves were leaning against the hood of their car, concern etched across their faces.
“Get out of here! Aborting the mission!” I shouted at them frantically.
Brock was going to lock me in a cage after tonight.
I skidded to a stop, bumping straight into the Jeep’s driver’s side door. Cass flew around the hood, and wedged his glittery ass in through the back open window. Two seconds later, Molly and I were also inside. Turning the engine over quickly, fighting the pang of pain from my wrist, I laid rubber as we got the hell out of there. I was pleased to confirm in my rearview mirror that the wolves were right behind us.
Then a couple of vamps appeared out of nowhere—fuck their super speed—and grabbed at the bumper of the car. I squealed, and rammed the accelerator until they let go.
“Gun it, Ev,” Cass urged from the back seat, where he knelt, and watched the vamps who chased us.
For once, I had no problem following orders. I pushed the pedal to the metal, and got us the hell out of there. Brock’s bodyguards were right behind us, but I didn’t stop checking the rearview mirror, until I passed the bulldozer parked at the top of the long road to Gran’s cabin.
13I’m Grounded
I parkedthe Jeep in front of Gran’s cabin, but neither Cass, Molly, nor I got out until my security detail skidded to a stop next to us.
“They’d better not be planning on giving us shit,” Cass muttered. “I’m not in the mood.”
Yeah, neither was I.
Blondie and Ginger, the beefcakes Brock had sent to tempt me before we’d found out I had a bun in the oven, sidled over to my Jeep in long, efficient strides. My furious gaze focused on them through the window, even though it wasn’t their fault that Calista’s capture had sucked a big one.
I didn’t lower the window until Blondie knocked on it. Couldn’t they give a girl time to recover after what I just went through?
“Why are you all wet?” was the first thing Blondie asked, and not a good sign as to how our conversation would progress.
“Maybe I felt like going for a swim,” I replied, feeling a bit guilty that I was being surly at them when it wasn’t their fault.
Ginger stepped next to the blond wolf and peered into the car. “Are you guys going to get out or what?”
Or what, I felt like saying, but figured I’d act like a big girl instead of the brat I felt like being.
“Or what,” Cass grumbled behind me, and I shot an understated smile at my grumpy bestie. He’d been bummed about how things went down as much as I.
Blondie pulled the car door open for me, and I stepped out with minimal groaning.
