“And they are fine. Ciro is already there directing them, and we’d have two hours, on a good day, to get there. We could get to Fabiana in ten.”
“My Alpha—”
“Yoursisteris more important right now. Look, I know, Pasquale. I know you want to get to her. I know you chose to stay with the Lombardi instead of taking the Bianchi somewhere else to make sure I wasn’t removed from my home. I love you for it, I do. But right now I’m going to do this for you. If something happened to your sister, you’d never forgive yourself.”
She was right, and he couldn’t argue with her, not that he ever could. Still, his sense of loyalty warred within him. His sister, or his Alpha? It was an impossible choice.
“Pasquale, how close are you to Fabiana?”
He sucked in a breath at Dominic’s voice. “Nine minutes now.”
“Check in with me regarding her and Adonis’s status when you get there.”
And there was his answer.
“Told ya,” Giuliana quipped.
“I will.”
Pasquale focused on his gear. The Hollows were weak to claws and old-fashioned steel. He wasn’t ready for battle the way he’d prefer, but he never went anywhere without being equipped for danger. Enforcers never did, and he and Giuliana had been just that for their respective Alphas, and they still moved the same way as Alpha and Alpha mate.
“Adonis, we’re close.”
“I’ve killed I don’t know how many and they keep coming. They have something else. I don’t even know what it is.”
“Tell me,” Zahara called out.
“It looks like a bone dinosaur, but the head is more like a seal.”
“She brough’ a Zealot. Stay away, I’m comin’.”
“What the fuck is a Zealot?”
“Somet’ing dead t’at should ’ave stayed dat way.”
Giuliana pressed on the gas, whizzing through traffic at breakneck speed.
“Adonis, we’ll be there in three. Hold on.”
Kalinda pulled what she knew, listening to the airwaves. She had no idea what a Zealot was, but with Silva at her side, she could find out and be there to meet Zahara.
“Kalinda.”
“Hold on, Silva. I’m searching the archives.”
It wasn’t like this stuff had an alphabetized order to it. She went for attacks first, streaming through the file names hoping to find something. She was going to have to get Lennox, Amalia, and Yon transferring things over to electronic format.
“Kalinda.”
“Don’t try to stop me from going.”
No one had time to be flipping through old books when a battle waged outside. She felt for her mages, who were waiting for another surprise attack—Skuld’s modus operandi—but she’d also been gone long enough that no one could predict anything. With luck, the alarms and drills got them on their feet and the lower levels moving to shelter.
“Kalinda!”
Kalinda stopped and glanced up at Silva. She was wrapped in her silver armor, with her blade she could melt and move at will at her side. Behind her, Heath, Kallan, and Teague waited. The Unseelie males were naturally pale, but their pallor now was frightening.
“What is it?”
