Be Still My Vampire Heart(50)

 

Emma gasped. A body had suddenly appeared on the front steps behind Garrett. A youthful-looking vampire in a red and navy plaid kilt. He clobbered Garrett with the hilt of his sword, and their teammate crumpled onto the porch. The battering ram fell by the door.

 

"Dammit!" Sean dashed across the back end of the SUV. Emma followed, but screeched to a halt when the blunt end of a claymore crashed down on Sean's head. Another Scotsman had been waiting on the other side of the SUV for them to pass by. Sean's unconscious body fell to the sidewalk in front of her, and the Scotsman flipped his claymore so the sharp end now pointed at her.

 

She stepped back. An arm seized her from behind and yanked her back against a hard body.

 

"Umph." Her head snapped back against a man's shoulder.

 

A deep voice whispered softly in her ear. "Do we need to knock ye out, too, Emma?"

 

"Angus." His voice tickled the hairs on her neck and sent gooseflesh down her arms. She didn't know whether to melt against him or elbow him in the ribs.

 

"Ah, lass." His chin nestled against her temple. "What are ye doing here?"

 

"What will you do with them?" Emma noted the youthful-looking vampire binding Garrett's wrists and ankles with duct tape. "Please don't hurt them."

 

"Bugger," Angus growled. He took Emma by the shoulders and turned her to face him.

 

"How many times must I say that we doona wish to harm ye?"

 

She searched his deep green eyes and could detect only frustration. "You knocked them out."

 

"Self-protection," muttered the Scotsman who was wrapping duct tape around Sean's ankles. "Why were ye attacking us?"

 

"Sean just found out about his daughter's pregnancy. Surely you can understand how upset that made him."

 

The Scotsman straightened and gave Angus a questioning look.

 

"Call Shanna," Angus ordered. "See if she wants to talk to him."

 

The Scotsman nodded. Stepping away, he pulled a cell phone from his sporran.

 

"Who is he?" Emma whispered.

 

"Connor Buchanan." Angus gestured toward Garrett. "The young-looking one is Ian MacPhie. They know who ye are."

 

Angus reached behind her back and confiscated her weapon. "Shame on ye, Emma." He dropped her pistol into his sporran. "I thought we were friends."

 

Heat rushed to her face, and she shoved the memory of his kiss away. "When I'm working with the Stake-Out team, I'm the enemy."

 

She instantly regretted her words. The tinge of pain in his eyes meant she had hurt him. His large hand curled around her arm, just above the elbow, and she swallowed hard. What was he going to do with her?

 

Connor walked toward them, dropping his cell phone in his sporran. "Shanna wants to see her father. She can be at Romatech in five minutes. Dougal's already there."

 

"Teleport Whelan there while he's still unconscious," Angus ordered. "Keep him bound, and doona take yer eyes off him."

 

Connor nodded. "I can handle him." He leaned over and swooshed Sean's limp body onto his shoulder with an ease that made Emma's mouth drop open. Were female vampires that strong, too? Connor vanished, taking Sean Whelan with him. Emma blinked at the blank space. "How does he know where he's going?"

 

"Connor teleports to Romatech every night." Angus ushered her onto the sidewalk. "The journey is embedded in his psychic memory."

 

Emma allowed Angus to escort her toward the townhouse. What else could she do? If she ran away, he'd catch up with her in a second. But the scariest part of this wasn't him. It was a growing desire inside her to surrender completely. "What will you do with Garrett?"

 

Ian was examining Garrett's wallet and pulled out his driver's license. "I could just take him home."

 

Angus nodded. "Fair enough. If I remember correctly, this one has verra little psychic power. Erase his memory of us."

 

"Will do." Ian scooped up Garrett's body and strode toward the black sedan.

 

"Why erase his memory?" Emma winced as she watched Garrett getting tossed like a sack of potatoes into the backseat of the Lexus. "Sean will just retrain him."

 

"And that will keep him busy for a while." Angus released her and climbed the stairs to the front door. "We have bigger problems than the CIA to deal with right now."

 

"Like what?" She glanced back to see Ian driving off with Garrett.

 

Angus picked up the battering ram and examined it. "I suppose we could use this, though teleporting is much easier." He punched some numbers on the keypad by the front door, then opened it. He set the battering ram inside, then turned toward Emma with a questioning look.