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The powerful smell coming off of Sam can’t be ignored.

The plan is to herd and surround the men with Grant, while I confront the man who took so much from me. I reach down and outline the knife I have in my pocket. I will see the dream of watching him bleed out a reality.

“We will always have you within sight,” Bash assures me.

“Of course.” I nod.

Ryker is driving us to meet Marie. Bash is sitting in the backseat calmly.

“We will know if you need us.” Ryker glances over at me. “Elijah will be fine. He will see you soon enough.”

“I have to believe that. How can we fail when we have so many on our side?” Maybe I shouldn’t have voiced that question as the many ways it could go wrong run through my head.

Ryker stops the car.

Marie gets out of the one in front of us. From what I know, Marie was human when she met Bash. He turned her, mated her, and they have been living happily since. She has long blonde hair and a beautiful aura surrounds her.

As we leave the car and meet on the sidewalk, I notice the change that comes over Bash. Everything softens on his face. His eyes are clear and become tender. The harshness that is ever present is gone.

That’s what love is.

He is completely devoted to her.

Is that how Elijah looks at me?

I hope I look at him like that because even though I haven’t admitted it to myself yet, I am so in love with him.

“Saylor,” Marie says softly once she is in her mate's arms. “We will be close. If we think you need us, we will interfere.”

“Thank you. Are you going to walk behind me? How does this work?”

“Something like that,” Ryker says, which tells me nothing.

“We will hide. Our forms can blur as we run. We have other tricks, too,” she offers, grinning slightly.

“Sure. How about I just let you do your thing,” I say.

“I will walk beside you for a bit. The guys will fall back. We will be able to tell if he is near.”

“Okay. When are the others going to release Sam?” We need him to bring them to where we want them.

“They are almost there,” Ryker informs us.

I nervously start walking as Marie falls into step beside me.

“I have your clothes,” I blurt.

“I’m glad they fit. Elijah was sure they would.”

“He tried.” We both giggle.

Jesus, what is my world coming to. I’m walking down the road with three vampires, giggling with a human turned vampire while expecting soon to kill a man who has been stalking me for years.

“It’s alright,” she says, watching me.

“What?”

“To have a human moment in the middle of chaos.”