Page 120 of The Vampire's Storm

“Left,” Kurt said, and they all glanced at him as he shrugged. “I know things.”

“Bullshit,” Marcus said and whipped out his phone. “I’m asking Siri.”

“You know AI lies, right?” Ben asked, just as the door burst open and the prince walked in. Followed closely by Craig.

“How are we going?” Brayden asked.

“We should hear from her in around ten minutes. All is going according to plan,” Kurt said, tugging on the front of his vest.

The prince leaned his ass against the heavy TV cabinet and Craig stood with a wide stance a few feet away. It was clear to everyone what his job was.

To keep the prince alive.

He hadn’t stayed behind last night. He had trailed Brayden, and it was likely the prince knew. In fact, there was no way he wouldn’t. The fact he was standing here today said he was putting a lot of faith in their plan and trusted them.

A heavy burden for all four of them.

One, he knew the others were perhaps more used to being SLCs, but for Logan it was serious. Retrieving the Moretti prince’s mate was not something one did every day.

And not when a key player in the plan was a woman I’ve fucked, and I’m struggling to come to terms with the fact she might be my damn mate.

The desire to ring Brooklyn and tell her to get out of there was strong. He had a bad feeling, which was maybe nothing more than a natural need to protect her.

If she was his mate.

As soon as she led them to the location of the lab, he was ordering her to get the fuck out of there.

Kurt’s phone beeped.

A surge of adrenaline rushed through Logan’s body. It was her. He knew it.

“She’s in,” Kurt said. “We have one more hour.”

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

Dex didn’t actually exist. Brooklyn’s childish little lie had got a response from the handsome vampire, but now she didn’t feel good about it.

Not after that lingering feeling as she said goodbye to him.

What if he got killed? What if...

Did it matter?

Logan had made it clear that he didn’t want her, and she knew nothing between them could ever work. So she got focused back on her part of the dangerous plan.

She had eaten lunch alone in the café she’d frequented when she worked at BioZen and ended up bumping into a few former colleagues. Then walked to the offices with them using the same cover story she’d practiced over and over with the SLCs.

“I left my favorite Tupperware container in the lunchroom,” she said, shaking her head. “So dumb of me. I’m in town to see my parents this week, so any chance you could swipe me in to go look for it.”

“Aren’t you earning big bucks in the private field now?” Darren teased her. “Go buy another one.”

Brooklyn chuckled and even to her, it sounded fake.

“I know, but it’s like your favorite pair of shoes,” she said, following them inside the lobby.

“I think you have to sign in,” Jillian said.

Oh yeah. They’d have a record of her. Damn, she forgot about that.