Page 87 of The Vampire's Storm

Brayden’s fangs itched and he decided now would be an excellent time to let them lose. Sliding from his flesh, the long incisors nipped the edge of his lips – purposely to coat with blood – and he bared them at the woman.

Elizabeth screamed.

Brayden teleported, closing the gap, and leaned over her as she cowered on the sofa.

“He has my child. And my wife. You will come with us and do as we say. If they are returned, no harm will come to you.”

Fury thrummed through his veins.

He could kill her right now, his control fading.

He wanted to kill her...

“Yup. Let’s take a step back,” Craig said, his hand on his shoulder.

Brayden stood and teleported again to the other side of the room as Elizabeth continued whimpering.

“Pack a bag,” Brayden growled. “It’s more care than my wife was given.”

Then he glanced at Craig and nodded to let him know he was reining in his need to kill.

Just.

“Come on.” The commander lifted Elizabeth to her feet and grabbed her chin with his fingers. “Look into my eyes and all that. You will remain calm for the baby and do as we say. Do you understand?”

He was using the mind control vampires were able to use on humans to get them to be more compliant. They could also wipe memories.

She nodded.

“Pack an overnight bag for a few days. Let’s go.” Craig programmed her. Elizabeth walked robotically through the penthouse and the commander followed.

“I’ll clean this up.” Brayden nodded at the bodies on the floor. “We have about three minutes.”

Lifting his arm to glance at the hole in his jacket, Bray noticed he was already healed.

Stupid fucking mafia cunts.

They wouldn’t win.

He should ring Vincent, but first they would get Elizabeth to the hotel room and speak to Nikolay.

Willow, baby, I am coming. Stay alive, please.

Stay fucking alive.

CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE

Logan climbed into the chopper and nodded at Kurt, Mack, and Oliver.

“Ready to go?” Ben asked from the pilot's seat.

“Ready as we’ll ever be, given we are about to be lab rats again.” Logan groaned.

“I’m sure as hell going to try not to be. How the fuck did I let you talk me into this?” Kurt rubbed his face.

“You love the action, big guy.” Mack slapped him on the chest.

Kurt scowled. “I love being home fucking my mate while remaining conscious much, much more.”