Page 32 of The Vampire's Storm

“One of us should have gone with Craig.” Mack shook his head.

Both Mack and Callan had been training with the Moretti teams to become warriors. He’d heard rumors about their strength and skills as hybrids. Mack was a huge vampire and constantly expressed an eagerness to be involved in the action.

Callan less so.

He’d make a great SLC, but not an assassin. Mack didn’t have the patience. From what he’d observed.

“Yeah. Fucking stupid going on his own.” Alex grunted, then mumbled, “Not that I’d say that to his face.”

Logan snorted.

“Our numbers are too small,” Kurt said. “Trust me, neither he nor Brayden need our help.”

Logan sipped his beer and waited for the guy to expand. Because they had the same odds as any of them.

Right?

“As much as I want to call bullshit on that, because you know I love nothing more than winding up that big fucking bossy vampire.” Ben laughed. “I know you’re right. But one dart and they’re both on their ass.”

Heads nodded.

“Exactly. God, I hate that shit,” Logan groaned.

“Yeah, well, maybe stop harassing the new girl in the lab and she might stop shivering in her boots and get focused on creating the antidote.” Mack tossed a nut at him. Logan reached out and grabbed it with vamp speed. Then tossed it in his mouth and gave him the bird.

Brooklyn.

For three seconds, he’d stopped thinking about her, and now his cock was twitching.

He fucking hated that he was attracted to a human.

It went against all his values.

“You still being a dick to her?” Ben asked.

“I’m not being a dick. Come on. She’s a fucking human. Surely there are vampires who would be better suited for the job.” Logan defended.

“Sage wanted her,” Oliver said. “Don’t be racist.”

Logan rolled his eyes.

“That’s not what that word means.”

“It kind of does.” Oli shrugged as he laughed.

“Seriously guys. You’ve seen the shit I’ve have. Humans are assholes. What if this turns into a multi-race war? You think Brooklyn is going to stay loyal and fight for us?” Logan challenged them all. Five faces stared as he started nodding, thinking he’d won the argument. “I’ll answer that for you. She won’t.”

He slid his empty glass away and let that sink in.

“How do we know she isn’t formulating an antidote then selling it to the humans?” he pressed.

Was anyone asking these questions of her or just blindly trusting she was some innocent?

She was a scientist, after all.

The day he learned what the BioZen scientists had done to Callan was one he’d never forget. Six months of torture. Cutting into him. Depriving him of darkness. Removing limbs and watching him regenerate.

Not just limbs, but organs, which took weeks to recover.