Kane doesn't smile as he studies me for a second longer.
"Alyssa's mom can handle him. We need to interrogate this son of a bitch," he says, pointing to the night stalker.
The night stalker on the ground is still breathing, but the shot of power Kane hit him with knocked him out cold. A roar bellows from inside the house where the crazy ass lycans are locked away for the red moon. I don't mean to jump in Kane's arms, but I do. His grip tightens in response as he cradles me against him. I was supposed to be locked up, but my cage wasn't ready yet.
Dice walks up just as Zee repeats his question. "How the hell did they get in?"
Dice leans over the slumbering night stalker and pulls a stone from the bastard's pocket. I've seen that stone before. One just like it. Isolis used it to break into my home.
"How did they know where we were?" the incubus asks as he studies the man still on the ground.
No one speaks for a second, and then Chaz lets out a harsh breath. "If they have any dark users working with them, then it's probably because Alyssa made a call from Drackus's phone."
I lower my head before anyone can say anything. "Sorry."
"Who were you calling?" Kane asks, kissing my forehead.
The way I tense up against him answers the question without words.
"Why were you calling him?" he says evenly, but I can hear the anger lacing his words with a subtle touch.
"Because he's alone. He's an idiot, but he's my friend. Would you leave Amy alone out there?" I ask, looking up at him.
His teeth grind together, but he doesn't say anything else.
Deke jogs down to us, but he freezes just as we do when the roars from inside burst free and two crazy bitch lycans tear out the side of the house as they surge forth, shredding trees on their path to us.
Kane drops me to my feet as he runs with Zee toward the rabid beasts. I never wanted to see this connection. I realize his night stalker half is somehow tied to Amy's lycan, but every bit of the rest of him is tied to me.
Deke tackles Sierra, wrestling her to the ground as his night stalker blues stare into her wild oranges. Kane takes a different approach. As he circles the monstrous version of Amy, he stares into her eyes, ignoring her snarling warnings.
"Down," he says, making it a command.
She doesn't listen. She starts to charge, when a golden streak of power ties up her legs, wrapping around them like a powerful bind. She thuds to the ground, trying to break free, but it's no use. The smirk on Chaz's face is not overlooked.
Kane moves his eyes to Chaz, trying his best not to smile, as Amy roars out her contempt for the duster.
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Dice chuckles beside me, but I look at Kane who places his hand on her head, stroking her as if he's petting her. Within seconds, the beast is asleep, no longer making threatening growls and roaring promises of death.
"Let's find out what this bastard knows," Chaz says, ripping the night stalker up from the ground and dragging him toward the house.
Kane stands there, hands in his pockets, still staring at me as he waits for me to make the first move. That's it? That was the big connection? He can pet her and put her to sleep? I can so live with that until we kill Castine.
With quick strides, I make my way to him as Deke finishes putting Sierra to rest. It doesn't take long before I'm in his arms, feeling him draw me as close as he possibly can.
"I love you," he murmurs against my ear, nuzzling me as he picks me up off the ground.
I feel his tension fading. Maybe I don't realize the depth of what he just had to do, but I don't care.
"I love you."
"Come on, witch and fangs. We've got a night stalker to grill," Dice chirps, strutting by us while rubbing the rock in his hand. "And then we've got a war to fight."
Chapter 23
Broken Worlds
The night stalker who has been chasing after me doesn't look so intimidating when he's bound by Chaz's restraints. After the fourth slash Kane delivers to his body, he hisses out with pain, squirming uselessly.
"Tell us who the fuck is running this!" Kane blares, gearing up for another shot of power.
Imagine being hit by thirty whips at once. That's what I can only think each one of his lashings feels like. It's starting to make me sick to my stomach.
"You're not strong enough," he says grinning, though his voice is strained and his teeth are coated with his own blood.
Kane hits him with a fifth strike, one that forces the night stalker to scream and cry out when it cuts deep inside him, spilling his blood with a generous flow.