him and inside. But if there was a chance, however small, that she might endanger Dani with rash actions, she couldn’t take it.
Beck shot her a grim look. “Not yet. But the smell is getting worse.”
She sniffed but detected nothing. “Do you have a weapon?”
“No. Those idiots took my gun. And I have a feeling I’m going to need it.”
At this, she felt the first prickle of real alarm. Inside, she began a running litany, over and over—something she might have once called a prayer. Let Dani be all right, let Dani be all right. Please.
As Beck’s broad shoulders disappeared around the corner and she prepared to follow, she couldn’t shake the sudden, horrible sense that he was right. Something had gone terribly wrong. She could only hope Dani hadn’t been hurt. She had to dig her nails into her palms to keep from rushing inside to find out.
Patience. Prudence. Caution. Words every highly trained Huntress—and Protector—knew well. And yet when someone she loved was in danger, each and every one of them became meaningless, empty.
When they reached the back side of the building and she saw the back door swinging open in the slight breeze, she froze in terror and let out a quiet moan.
Dani. Dani. Dani.
Caution be damned. She brushed past Beck.
Intent on the door, Beck raised his arm to block her. Then, with a leap that seemed more wolf than man, he crashed inside, Marika close on his heels.
Chapter 4
As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, Beck smelled the coppery, bitter scent of blood. From the sharp hiss behind him, he knew Marika detected it, too.
Blood and sweat and the tangy smell of fear.
Not good. Not good at all.
He fumbled for the light switch, flicked it on. The room looked as if a tornado had torn through it—overturned furniture, books and papers scattered everywhere, and blood. A storm of blood, drops splattering the floor and walls. Whoever had been injured here had fought violently and left a crimson trail. Most likely, this had been Addie.
She’d lost a lot of blood. He wondered if she still lived. The fact that they hadn’t left her body here meant she most likely had.
“Where is she?” Marika’s voice rose. “Dani? Addie?”
Biting his tongue because he didn’t want to tell her they were already too late, he shook his head, knowing she’d figure things out soon enough. The blood, the wrecking of the office, all were proof.
Addie was gone. They’d taken her—and Dani, the daughter he’d never met. The idea that he had a two-year-old daughter blew his mind. The thought that Marika could have kept her existence a secret hurt more than he could have believed possible. To think he’d once thought Marika could be his mate … what a fool he’d been.
For survival’s sake, he pushed the thought away for later, concentrating on the here and now. Saving Dani.
“I’ll kill the bastards.” Before his eyes, Marika seemed to morph into another persona, that of a Vampire Huntress, standing taller and more menacing. Larger, somehow. “When I find them, if they have harmed one hair on Dani’s head, I’ll tear them apart limb by limb.”
Picking up the desk phone, which had miraculously escaped the bloodbath, Beck held the receiver to his ear. The dial tone buzzed, satisfyingly loud. “The phone still works, but I’m going to use my cell, just in case someone’s watching this line.” Retrieving his cell phone from his pocket, he punched in a series of numbers from memory.
“Who are you calling? Surely you know better than to call the local police.” Marika sounded both shaken and pissed off.
“I do,” he told her, listening as the call went through a complicated series of relays. “And we need to clean this place up and put a closed sign on the door. No sense in humans poking their noses around in our business.”
Punching in one final code, Beck closed his phone, steeling himself as he turned to face her. The haunted look on her beautiful face made his chest hurt. “I called one of my friends, a Protector named Simon. If anyone can help us, he can. I’m sure he’ll call me back shortly.”
With Brigid’s warning ringing in her ears, she touched his arm. “Fine, but whatever you do, don’t tell him about Dani. If he knows about her, he’ll want to kill her, too.”
Staring at her, he slowly shook his head. “Why do you keep saying that? I don’t understand your logic. Our daughter is a miracle.”
One single, red tear ran down her cheek, which she promptly wiped away. “Thank you for that. I agree, yes, Dani is a miracle to me. But to everyone else, she’s a freak of nature, something that shouldn’t ever have been born.”
When he started to contradict her, she held up her hand. “Believe me, I speak truth.” She took a deep breath, regarding him steadily. “The less they know about her, the better. She’s only safe if she can blend in with humans.”
Beck wasn’t sure he bought into that, especially since he still sensed she was hiding something. She might have received a few isolated death threats from a couple of whackos. Maybe vamps were a bit more unforgiving than shifters.
“That’s where I think you’re wrong.” He kept his voice firm. “Maybe you have to worry about vampires, but not shifters.”
“I worry especially about shifters,” she said darkly.
“Look, Dani is not human. She’s Pack. A Halfling. And Pack protects our own. We don’t want to kill them.”
“Oh, yeah? I heard about what happened with the Protectors and what you shifters called Ferals. You guys were gunning them down left and right.”
He winced, feeling a stab of remorse. But only for a second, because while he was as guilty as the rest, in his heart he knew he’d already paid his own penance.
“That’s over now. It was an isolated incident, during a fixed span of time. It’s in the past. We rebelled against the corrupt leaders who gave the orders. It will never happen again.”
With her head cocked and her arms crossed, she didn’t appear to believe him. “Regardless, promise me you won’t tell them about Dani.”
“Marika—”
“No. This is not negotiable. Give me your word you won’t say anything.”
With a sigh, he gave in. “Fine. You leave me no choice.”
Her gaze searched his face. Finally, she dipped her chin. “I’ll take that as your word.”
“You have it.” He gestured with his phone. “Isn’t there someone you want to call for help?”
“No.”
“No Huntresses? Maybe we can ask their help. I’ve heard amazing things about your organization.”
