“We’re going to have to make a move, because I am one saucy look away from fucking you in this dingy corridor.”
Wilder’s smile grew, the corner of his mouth twitching as if he were tempted to push me to act on my threat. “Come on then. Let’s go get some bad guys.”
I took one last, lust-filled look at him before I dragged my gaze away and slipped through the double doors. I crouched low and signalled for Wilder to head right. He gave me a single nod and disappeared down the length of the walls and into the shadows, the faint purple glow of his magic the only way I could tell where he was.
Fuck, I hoped he was alright.
No, I trusted him to take care of himself. He wasn’t helpless. I’d seen him in action before several times, and I knew he’d be fine. It was just now that I knew what I could lose, there was a part of me that just wanted to follow him and hide him away from the world. But then I wouldn’t be considering his feelings, and I was trying my hardest to do that.
Even if that sucked balls and went against everything that I felt.
I headed towards the far corner of the warehouse, following the steady heartbeat of one of the shifters. Pressing my back up to one of the larger crates, I slowed my breathing and waited for him to creep closer.
The idiot was humming under his breath, his fingers tapping away idly on his phone. Honestly, you’d think someone like Lawler would hire better security.
Unless they were only here because they were expendable.
One more step and he’d be right where I wanted him.
I grabbed one of my nova-crack potions and leapt out from behind the crate. The guy looked at me, then his phone, then back at me, confusion tugging at his thick brows. I didn’t give him a chance to figure out whatever was puzzling him. Ilaunched the small, round glass jar at his feet and it exploded with a cloud of silver dust.
Shifters hated silver just as much as vampires did.
He yelled in agony as it burned his skin and he fired his gun, the bullets flying in any direction.
I cocked my gun and fired two silver bullets, each one landing in a knee cap.
The guy collapsed with another pained cry as the silver dust cloud dissipated.
In the distance, I could hear Wilder engaged in tackling the other goon, but his laughter kept me from going over there to help. My baby sounded like he was having fun and it was inspiring all sorts of other ideas for date nights.
The idiot on the floor pulled a throwing knife from his belt and hurled it towards me. I stepped sideways, letting the blade whizz past my shoulder and embed itself into one of the wooden crates behind me.
I loaded my gun again with a bullet full of a shifter suppressant and shot him straight in the side of his neck. Didn’t want the guy turning into a tiger or something. That would make things a tad more challenging considering I wanted to ask some questions and get some answers.
I pressed my boot down on the guy’s shattered kneecap and he let out an agonising scream.
“Stop! Please,” he cried. His face was bright red, burnt by the silver dust, and his eyes were streaming with bloody tears.
“How many other guards are there?” I pressed down on his knee again.
“Fuck you,” he spat.
I pushed my foot down harder. “That’s not very nice. I’ll ask again. How many guards?”
“F-four,” he sputtered. “Two outside a-and two near the… office.”
Two by the office. Wonder what they were keeping in there?
I crouched down and gently brushed his damp hair away from his forehead. “Do you know what’s in the crates or the containers?”
“No,” he whimpered.
“What’s your name?”
His eyes met mine, full of fear and they shifted between the muddy brown and the yellow of his big cat. “Caleb.”
“Okay, Caleb, let me tell you how this is going to go.” I brushed some of the silver dust off his bullet-proof vest, enjoying how he flinched beneath my touch. With the potion still running through my veins I could hear how rapidly his heart was beating. How hard it was working to keep the blood pumping around his body. “You’re going to die. Whether you want to or not. The choice you have here is how quickly or painfully your end comes. So, Caleb, do you know what’s in the crates?”