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He wasn’t sure he agreed. After all they’d been through, were they really going to let these fucking people destroy this beautiful planet? Nikolay was thankfully dead, but he’d left behind a legacy that may not last long.

The stupid fucking idiot.

As if the Russian president was going to stay silent about that bit of information and not use it to gain power. Immediately.

Now, the gangster’s actions might destroy them all.

Vincent’s phone rang.

James Calder calling.

When he lifted his eyes to both Brayden and Ari, who’d just walked in, they both stiffened and let out a curse.

“Hello Mr. President,” Vincent answered, never having used his title before. Today, he felt like the guy had earned it. Keeping them updated showed respect for him as the king of the vampire race and had allowed him and his family to leave the country.

It could be what saved them.

“I’m sorry, Vincent...” James’s voice trailed off.

The blood drained from the faces of all three of the most powerful vampires in the world.

Apparently, it wouldn’t.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE

MACK

Goddamn it.

Not for a second did he think Ella would faint. Given what she’d been through the past few days, it was extremely unfair of him to suddenly shift into a damn wolf in front of her.

Hindsight and all that.

Why hadn’t he just kept it under wraps until they knew the fate of their lives?

Because she’s my mate and can feel my wolf.

Yeah. That.

“Well, that went well.” Callan crossed his arms, nodding at the two of them on the ground.

“Yup.” Kurt nodded. “She looks super happy.”

Mack shifted back into his vampire form.

“Helpful.” He growled and lifted Ella into his arms, then stalked toward the mansion.

“Hey, Romeo.” Kurt called out. “How about putting on some pants? My mate is in there and I’d hate to have to rip your head off if she gets a glimpse of your Jackson.”

Pants.

Right.

Next minute they came flying at his head.

Callan laughed and stopped beside him. “Let me take her.”

Mack let out a deep growl.