Chapter 3

 

 

“OWWW!” Becca screamed, holding one hand over her eyebrow and the other in front of Jayden’s face.

Jayden rolled his eyes. “Girl, it doesn’t hurt that bad. You got a zoo up in here. I need a lawnmower to make these things pretty.”

We didn’t have proper tweezers so we were using the medical tweezers you would use for a splinter from the first-aid kit. And Becca probably wasn’t being dramatic, Jayden was a bit of a butcher when he attacked body hair. The look on her face had me busting up laughing before quickly stopping when she glared at me. Not everyone could handle Jayden’s special personality.

“It hurts like heck,” she said, and Jayden and I shared a look. Nope, this wasn’t happening. I refused to live in a small container house with someone who didn’t cuss.

“Fuck,” I said, and Becca’s eyes widened.

“Shit,” Jayden followed.

“Ass, bitch, douche—”

She cut me off. “Oh my gosh!” Becca covered her ears and I grinned.

Jayden pulled her hands down and met her eyes. “Come on, one cuss word, that’s all we’re asking. It’s like a test so we know you aren’t a cop.”

My body was shaking as I tried to control my laughter. He was on fire right now.

“Cussing makes one appear less intelligent,” Becca said as she crossed her arms defiantly.

Jayden looked at me. “She’s a preschool teacher.”

I nodded. “It’s kind of cute.” This bitch was growing on me.

He smiled. Opening a bag and riffling through some makeup, he inspected a tube of mascara and his jaw dropped. “Oh My God! This shit is like ten years old.”

Becca shrugged. “I don’t really have use for makeup. I’m usually here alone.”

Whoa, that was a mood kill. Aw, crap, my heart hurt for her right now. Jayden and I shared a look. Becca was like an orphaned puppy.

As always, Jayden was the first to break the mood with something inappropriate. “Except when Sam comes in to town, and you guys hang and … stuff.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

Becca smiled but said nothing. Dammit! She wasn’t going to talk. Didn’t she understand girl code? Jayden grabbed the tweezers again and went at her as she tried to protest.

Twenty minutes later I was staring at a blonde bombshell.

“Becca, you’re a knockout!” I told her and she blushed, trying to cover her tummy, but Jayden slapped her hands away. We had taken one of her shitty, tight white undershirts and cut it off right under the boobs. Coupled with some kickass vintage 50s rockabilly jeans that were high-waisted and buttoned just above her bellybutton, she looked amazeballs. She had this closet full of vintage clothes – although Jayden said they smelled like ass and prayed they weren’t from a thrift store – and they totally fit her personality. Topped off with red lipstick and a pin-up hairdo, this chick was ready to party.

Becca covered her stomach once more. “I feel stupid. There’s no occasion for this.”

Jayden looked offended. “I’m throwing a party! That’s the occasion. Don’t be insecure. You look hot. If I wasn’t gay, I’d hit that.”

I nodded in agreement, but Becca’s eyes widened in horror at the casual way we spoke about sex.

Oh man, maybe Sam hadn’t tossed in the sheets with this one; she was two seconds away from being a nun. I officially made a pledge right then to take her under my wing. She’d be cussing and screwing Sam’s brains out in no time.

 

As we neared the common room, I could hear dance music blasting out of the speakers. There was laughter and I recognized one of the laughs as my man. It was good to hear him laugh again; this was a good idea. Tomorrow would probably start operation kill or cure every vampire alive, but tonight we would have one last night of lighthearted fun.

When we reached the doorway, Jayden made us pause for dramatic effect. We waited as slowly all of the guys turned in our direction. Ryder gave me a heated stare that made me think of our passionate display in the lab. Jayden’s smile was pure happiness when Oliver strode across to him and pulled him into this arms.

And Sam … oh boy. His eyes were practically bugging out of his head. His breathing was labored and I was pretty sure he was very, very happy to see Becca. Even Markus and Kyle were checking Becca out. Jayden and I exchanged grins. Mission accomplished.

Becca stood there awkwardly while I moved into Ryder’s arms, our kiss just short of being indecent. I did notice, though, that Kyle was heading in Becca’s direction, but Sam put a hand on his chest to stop him. There it was. In the subtlest of ways, Sam had just claimed Becca as his to all his friends and she didn’t even notice. Kyle simply nodded and stepped back, busying himself with setting up the pool table. Guy code. These enforcers never messed with it.

And I was sure of one thing: Sam was totally in love with Becca.

Sam picked up two glasses of blood wine that had been poured and were waiting on the table and brought one over to her.

“Drink with me,” he said, and I raised my eyebrow at Ryder. We were totally all listening in and I didn’t care, no shame. There wasn’t a lot of entertainment out here, so this would be my soap opera.

She took it and looked unsure. “I don’t know. Remember that one time in the hot tub?” She smiled and it was a gorgeous white-toothed genuine smile.

Sam actually chuckled out loud and it scared me. I legit just realized I’d never heard Sam laugh. Becca was like the Sam whisperer. She had him acting all out of character.

“I promise you’ll not encounter any dead rats tonight,” he told her, clinking the rim of her glass. She laughed this time, still looking nervous.

Jayden changed the song to some Britney Spears. Oh hell yeah. Brits was just what we needed to forget for a few hours about all the problems in our lives. Then Jayden flipped his queen switch and transformed into one of Britney Spear’s backup dancers. Hands and legs were flying everywhere in perfect rhythm to the song and Oliver was watching him with a sexy grin. Boy had some moves.

Jared put a hand on Ryder’s shoulder; his gun was tucked into the back of his pants. “I’ll take first watch. You have some fun,” the Australian enforcer said.

“You sure, bro? I don’t mind joining you,” Ryder replied.

Jared looked at me and smiled. “You’re one of the few guys here in a relationship. Have some fun. I got this. Sam has all the gear here already, so I’ll suit up and see you in a few hours.”

I smiled at Jared. “Thank you!” I called out after him and settled into Ryder’s arm, wiggling my butt to the music.

Over the next hour we danced and played pool and gave Kyle shit for how bad he was at the game. There were only a couple of bottles of blood wine, so no one really got wasted, just took the edge off. Sam and Becca were in the corner of the room laughing and talking all night. They had barely left that space and I was about to call them over to play pool with us when Jared’s voice came over the walkie-talkie. It was muffled and the music was loud. Ryder immediately called for someone to shut off the sound system.

“Repeat?” Ryder said, his voice a harsh whip of command.

“There’s a female approaching the facility on skis,” was the low reply. “She looks about twelve or thirteen years, ethnic and crying.”

Becca jumped to her feet, and by the time I got a good look at her she was as white as a ghost.

“Lupita!” she said as she took off, heading toward the door which led to the outside.

The rest of us followed, only stopping long enough to grab coats before we reached the main exit. I was halfway out the door when Ryder put a hand on my shoulder. “No, Charlie, this could be a trap. You can’t be seen.”

I literally growled, so close to a dog growl it was kind of impressive. “Ryder…”

No more words were needed, the lead enforcer just clenched his jaw and continued with me out of the house. I’d rather die than be kept prisoner and hide.

We made our way outside, and I could see that in the distance an orange fire was blazing. It looked too big to be a bonfire. Smoke was billowing into the sky.

Becca was up ahead; she’d ran to meet up with the young female, who was crying and out of breath.

By the time we reached her side, I could hear her asking, “What is it? What happened, Lupita?” She had already taken the girl into her arms.

“The barn is on fire! Mama and the others are in town late, cleaning a house. Papa’s still in there. He’s too heavy for me to lift.” She trailed off as her tears overwhelmed her.

That was it. The one sentence was all it took and Ryder and I were sprinting toward the flames. The other enforcers had fanned off around us earlier, checking the perimeter, so I wasn’t sure if any of them followed.

How fast could I run two miles? Maybe seven minutes? Ryder was faster than me. He could get there in five.

The snow was kicking up in my face as Ryder booked it in front of me. I tapped into that special place I went when I ran, striving for the most speed, trying not to worry about how I was ass-deep in some snowy wilderness, hoping I wouldn’t fall and break my neck, hoping that a little girl’s father wasn’t possibly burning alive right now.

Shit, it was impossible to navigate this route in near pitch darkness, across these snowy plains. Even with advanced senses, I kept stumbling into large piles of snow. If Ryder hadn’t been close enough to yank me free, I’d probably have frozen to death by now.

I tried following his path directly. He seemed to have a sixth sense about where to step. Dammit! This was too slow. I needed a snowmobile or something. My frustration must have ignited some of my energy, and as heat unfurled in my center I remembered a very important point. I was no longer a human who needed a snowmobile. Nope. I was Charlie, the ashpire, and I could tap into my levitation abilities.

Flinging free the burning energy, I jumped. I rose off the ground, and unlike the last few times it was relatively smooth. I was getting better, more comfortable with the power. I was starting to learn how to place my feet, rotate arms to keep balance, and tuck my body up for maximum speed.

“Charlie!” Ryder looked pissed as I passed by him; his speed seemed to increase crazily. I also noticed Jayden was sprinting after us, tapping into his house’s power of speed, to make it to the fire. Oliver was close by, the two of them helping each other stay out of the massive snowdrifts.

The view was really great from up here. “See you there,” I yelled as my power sent me gliding across the sky toward the huge blaze. It was so large I could already feel the heat. The snow was slush in a hundred-foot radius around the place, the silence of the wilderness broken by the roaring inferno. Fire, in all its deadly glory, was not silent. It was big, and powerful and absolutely mesmerizing. If only there wasn’t a man’s life at stake, I’d have made Becca find me some marshmallows. Or make some. She could probably whip anything up in her lab.

The distance passed by in a rush, and with a bit of a panic I had to halt myself before I ended up face-planting against the burning barn. Okay, so stopping was harder than starting. Just when I was sure that I wouldn’t stop in time, my feet lowered and I came to a running halt about twenty feet from the house.

I didn’t stop though, sprinting again, past the small, dome-shaped house, moving toward the large, rundown looking barn. The blaze was thick and heavy as I tried to figure out how to get inside.

“Hello? Can you hear me? Hang on, help is on its way.”

I had to shout, offer some reassurance, even though my gut was telling me he was at minimum unconscious. That thick smoke was making it hard for me to breathe, and I’d only just gotten here. I closed in on the front, but it was completely cut off; there was no way to enter there. It looked like this was the thickest part of the flames. Dashing around the corner I found another sliding door, and there were far fewer flames here.

Grabbing a handful of slush, I pressed it against the burning metal latch, trying to cool it enough to touch. I didn’t have gloves on, which was a real pain, so this was my best chance.

Luckily it worked, and I was able to nudge the rusted door about three feet across. Black smoke poured out of the opening as soon as it appeared, and I knew that this influx of oxygen was going to give this baby more power. I needed to find him and get him out now.

I ducked my head down low, and pulling my jacket off used it as a shield above me. I wasn’t sure how flammable the material was, and it was better to not have it attached to my body if some embers caught. I had to stay very low to the ground; visibility was terrible, and it was almost impossible to breathe. I could see that some beams had fallen down near the front entrance and were fueling the majority of the fire. There was a strange scent in the air, strong and chemical. I wondered what was in this barn, and what the chance of it blowing up was. Moving as fast as was safe to do, I kept scanning the place, hoping to see something.

“Hello! Can … can you hear me?” The smoke was killing my ability to shout, but I continued calling for the girl’s father.

A sizzle landed on my arm and I fought back the cry of pain. Yep, that burn hurt like a bitch, but I would heal, the human wouldn’t. I needed to find him now. I was halfway through the large barn when I caught sight of a boot and yellow snow pants. Thank the gods this guy liked his gear hi-vis. I scurried over to him, practically on the floor. More of the still form came into view. It looked as if someone had drug him into the corner, away from the worst of the fire. His daughter had done everything she could to save him before coming for us. Poor kid.

Dropping my jacket over the top of his body, I grabbed two handfuls of his thick pants and pulled him out toward me. The fire was blazing harder behind us and I knew time was running out. A cough suddenly seized my lungs; the back of my throat burned. The guy was big and heavy, but not fat. He was someone who worked hard, I could tell.

I would not let him and his family down. He was out far enough now that I could wrap my hands around his shoulders, threading into the top of his clothing, and lift his head up to drag him. It was so hard to breathe, which made the physical stuff almost impossible. Trying to find moisture in my dry mouth, I swallowed a few times, and knowing it was my only choice, tapped into the heat at my center again. Holding on as tightly as I could, my upper body leaning over his body to protect us both, I managed to get us out of the middle and to the side door. I was thanking the gods for my ash genetics, because this man was heavy and my muscles were crying.

My energy gave out then; the man’s weight coupled with the smoke inhalation had completely exhausted me. I was unable to breathe as another coughing fit hit me. I was about two seconds from collapsing. Strong hands latched onto me then and someone drug us both out of the barn and into the cool, clean air.

My vision was a little fuzzy, and it took me more than a few moments to cough my guts up and try and bring air into my starving lungs. My throat and chest hurt like hell, and everything tasted like death.

“Charlie, are you okay?” Ryder yelled at me, and in my scattered attention I noticed someone was performing CPR on the guy.

“I got him, but…” Coughing racked me again, and I sighed when Ryder pressed a water bottle to my lips.

The cool liquid was painful and wonderful as it wet the inside of my mouth. He wouldn’t let me drink too much. I needed to get the smoke out of my lungs.

“You really need some pure oxygen,” Oliver said. “But your healing capabilities should kick in soon.” I tried to focus on him, but everything was still blurry and muffled.

“Is the … dad … okay?”

Look at me go. Almost a full sentence. I was starting to become aware of this love I had for kids. I would never have kids of my own, but something about those innocent, helpless little bastards spoke to me. First the child they had changed into a vampire, and now Lupita. I would never forgive myself if I allowed her father to die. Every little girl needed her father. I didn’t have that chance as a child, and I didn’t want her to know what it was like to grow up without a dad.

Ryder and Oliver were monitoring the situation. Just as Ryder was about to speak, the father gasped and a sputtering coughing fit hit him. His body convulsed and he coughed so hard he threw up, but the breath I had been holding left me. He was alive.

Sam, Becca, and Lupita pulled up to us, riding a snowmobile. Lupita jumped off and came after us just as a giant cracking noise sounded behind me and we all hit the deck as the barn roof gave way, sending sparks up into the air.

Ryder and I shared a look. If we hadn’t gotten here so quick, he would be dead.

Lupita’s father was holding her now. He had a bit more color in his face and Becca approached him with an oxygen tank and mask. Of course she had that shit lying around. Probably standard in any chem lab. But my attention was on Sam; the silent enforcer was circling the blazing building, his face elevated, and he seemed to be sniffing the air. Ryder was watching Sam as well.

“What is it?” Ryder asked his friend.

Sam answered by pulling his gun from inside his jacket. “Arson.”

Fear struck into my gut, and apparently into Ryder’s, because he closed the space between us and I was hauled up into his arms and shoved on the snowmobile. Oliver sat with us and we drove off, leaving Sam, Becca, Lupita, and her father to figure shit out.

“Ryder…” I said, trying to calm him; he was flooring the snowmobile so fast my head was hitting the bars above us.

“Ryder!” I shouted. He ignored me. Oliver turned, facing the back, gun drawn as if he was waiting for someone to shoot us.

We reached the lab in record time and finally my boyfriend faced me. “This was a trap to get us all outside. I don’t know whether it was to see how many of us there are, or to get you!”

Fear sliced through me. “Fuck.”

Oliver didn’t move from his position, but he called back to Ryder. “Who, though? No one knows we’re here!”

That’s true. Sam had been so careful. But there was one thing he probably hadn’t taken into account. He came to this area all the time, and after decades of coming here someone was bound to notice.

Ryder figured the same thing. “Has to be Sanctum … one of their scouts. If it was a full team they’d have just ambushed the house. The fire drew us out, and if I know them at all, he’s now counted us, identified Charlie, and will be reporting back so a full team can be dispatched. The scouts probably went out to all possible locations Charlie might be.”

Oliver let a cuss word fly this time. “What do we do?”

I hadn’t even showered since I got here and already with the drama. I was not dressed to take on Sanctum. I was kind of looking forward to Jayden’s shipments coming, 36C and all.

My man’s face looked menacing. “We go hunting.” Exiting the snowmobile, he all but ran into the house.

Holy shit.

I took off after him. After we made it inside, I found him in the main room, pulling forth some duffle bags. They were full of weapons.

I readied myself for a fight. “I’m helping,” I told him, crossing my arms.

He stopped what he was doing for a second, but then threw me a bulletproof vest. “I need the extra help; otherwise I would say no.”

Whatever … he said yes, so I wasn’t going to argue. In the next few minutes the rest of the enforcers made it back to the research facility. Which was good. If Sanctum was involved, you couldn’t have too many people on your side.

Five minutes, that’s all it took for the boys and I to suit up and for Sam to ready the helicopter. Ryder was pretty sure there would only be one scout and if we killed him that would buy us about a week before someone came looking for him. So we had to find that scout.

Jayden was going to stay at the house. His job was to pray for our survival. Worship, sacrifice, whatever the gods needed, he assured us he was on it.

Becca was still with Lupita and her father. They were heading for the hospital in town.

The rest of us were geared and ready to go. Sam was in the chopper with Oliver as our eyes in the sky. Ryder and I were on one snowmobile, Jared and Kyle on another. Markus said he was going on foot through the rougher terrain.

We all wore bulletproof vests and had semi-automatic rifles and a handgun. Night vision was limited, so only Markus, Sam, and Ryder got those. The Scottish enforcer had already set out to follow snow tracks. All of us were linked via walkie-talkie.

Time to find us a Sanctum scout.

Ryder and I were following a trail, our snowmobile rumbling along as we moved slowly through the night.

“I doubt the scouts have gotten sloppy enough to leave a trail,” Ryder said, his face obscured by the night vision. “But we have to follow all leads.”

“Might be a trap, but at least we’ll find him quickly.”

I was more than happy to find the fire-lovin’ bastard.

After following the tracks to a thick forested area that the snowmobile couldn’t enter, Ryder cut the engine and jumped off. I trailed behind him, gun held at my side and as blind as fuck because no one took the time to hunt up some more night vision goggles. In their defense, I had never used them, but how hard could it be? Would have to tell Jayden to order some more of those online.

Ryder’s walkie lit up then and Markus’ brogue came through in a low murmur. “I’ve got a human form in the trees, by—”

His words were abruptly cut off, and Ryder barely paused before he started rushing through the forest. I stayed right on his heels. If I lost him I’d be completely blind out here.

Sam came over the walkie now. “I see him, Ryder! Your 2 o’clock, one click northeast.”

Ryder changed directions slightly, because apparently northeast meant something to him. He smashed through the thick undergrowth which surrounded us, snow and ice flying in all directions. My cheeks were starting to hurt now, that sort of biting cold which was almost unbearable.

My heart pounded wildly as I thought of the way Markus’ voice cut off on the walkie-talkie. He had to be okay; my gentle giant could take care of himself. I knew that from all the training sessions where he crushed me into a pile of dust. He was fine.

We were running full force, and with all the heavy gear on; my lungs were still recovering from the barn fire, so I was in shit shape. Not to mention the frigid air and crisp snow biting at my exposed flesh. If Sanctum didn’t get us all, the elements would.

A heavy snowdrift cut me off for a moment, and by the time I got through it I had lost sight of Ryder. Luckily he’d left a decent trail of destruction through the woods. I struggled through particularly thick brush and pretty much tumbled into an open clearing. Immediately the sounds of a struggle drew my attention, and I was back on my feet in a flash. I could see figures wrestling, and before I could shout out, a distinct heavy thud echoed, followed by cracking branches and then a body slamming to the ground.

Ryder, who must have come into this section a few yards away from me, took off toward those two shadows. As he passed me, he ripped off his night-vision goggles and tossed them on the ground, before taking a huge leap and landing on top of a black-clad hulking figure.

Unclicking the safety on my weapon, I stooped down to pick up the goggles and slipped them on. Holy shit! These glasses had thermal imaging as well. I had to blink a few times to let my eyes adjust. My vision was awash in neon green, and before me was a battle of two red glowing figures that the heat sensors were picking up. A large male was unconscious on the ground. Judging by the outline of his face, it was Markus. He’d been the one thudding to the ground.

Moving as close as I could to the fighting duo, I dropped to one knee and steadied myself the way Markus taught me. From this distance it was slightly easier to tell the difference between Ryder and the black-clad male. Both were exchanging heavy blows. Breathing deeply, I centered myself, blocking out all other distractions. I needed to be sure of my shot before taking it. I didn’t want to hit the wrong guy.

God damn they were fast. The Sanctum scout was slowing just a bit, as if tiring out already. Markus must have really given it to him.

Just then another red figure jumped into my field of vision. Another one of our boys had arrived. As the figure closed in I could tell it was Oliver. He crunched in the snow, and the snapping of twigs distracted Ryder for about a millisecond. As he shifted to see who was advancing on him, I finally had an opportunity to take a shot. My bullet went right through the scout’s neck. I had been aiming for the head, so it wasn’t half bad. He dropped like a sack of potatoes, gurgling and sputtering through the blood accumulating in his throat. He kept saying something, but I couldn’t understand what it was. Something like “Allie.” Was that his girlfriend?

Okay, now I felt terrible. Even if this ash had been here to bring assassins to me and had attacked my men, ending a life was still not something I could ever agree with.

Ryder let out a deep breath, distracting me. “Nice shot, Charlie.”

He pulled his weapon then and put a bullet between the scout’s eyes. I’ll never forget the hot blood meeting the cold snow, and the way it glowed on the night vision goggles.

There was more light in the space now. Oliver had a small lantern. Where the heck had he got that from, and why didn’t I have one?

“Charlie, check on Markus for me,” Ryder said, before turning to Oliver. “I’m going to need some help hiding the body. The harder it is for them to track him, the more time we’ll have.” This was the second time in the few months I’d known Ryder that he needed help in hiding a body. The enforcer struggle was real.

Taking off my goggles, I slipped across the torn up area to reach Markus. As I crashed to my knees beside him, he started groaning. I ripped off my gloves, trying my best to feel around for his injuries. The enforcer surprised me by grabbing at his groin and rolling off on his side, panting.

“Little prick kicked me in the goodies!” he growled. “Then when I doubled over, he knocked me out cold.” The Scottish accent was strong in his voice. I could barely make out his angry words.

Ryder almost looked like he was holding back a smile. “Sanctum have no rules.”

Markus was sitting up now, leaning on my outstretched arm. “It’s a code, a universal code between all males. You DO NOT go for the junk.”

Ryder’s smile came through this time, before disappearing again as he picked up his walkie-talkie, radioing Sam, Jared, and Kyle.

“We’ve got the enemy down and Markus is okay. Rendezvous at base camp.” His cold words cut through the tension now that the immediate danger was over, and I had to admit this military talk was sexy AF.

 

When we all got back to the house Jayden was waiting, a blubbering nervous wreck. He inspected each of us, including Becca, who arrived back from the hospital at the same time as us, and determined we were all okay.

“Are Lupita and her father okay?” I asked the blond ashpire, hoping there had been no other problems.

She nodded, reaching out and squeezing my hand, which was a lot of emotion for the normally reserved chick. “Thank you, thank you so much. They’re my friends, have been for many years. I saved their oldest daughter when she got sick and they have repaid me a million times over in love, friendship, and cake. If they had lost him, well, it would have been devastating for all of them. He’s the backbone of the family.”

Shit, there must be some debris in my eyes or something, because they were suddenly watering like crazy. Or I was hormonal. Yes, that was it. Stupid ashpire hormones had me leaking and stuff.

I smiled. “I’m really glad I was here to help.”

Ryder’s voice broke over all of us. “Meeting time. Let’s gather in the main room. Hands up for first scout and patrol duty.”

 

Ten minutes later I was settled into the couch and warm again. Finally. Felt like you could literally freeze your butt off up here in seconds. All of us, except for Markus and Jared, who were stationed on the roof watching our backs, were gathered around in the main room again, and the atmosphere was grim.

Ryder, who was still decked out in enforcer gear, had the floor. “We need to run. We can’t risk the Sanctum coming back to check on their missing guy, or worse, alerting the vampires to where we are.”

“I … what? I can’t leave. I need my lab to create the cure…” Becca’s voice was surprisingly strong for someone who’d just had her world turned upside down. She was a little tigress about things she loved. I liked it.

“How can you be sure there was only one scout?” Sam muttered through gritted teeth. The silent enforcer’s mind was calculating our next move. I knew it.

Ryder didn’t seem surprised by the question, even though his jaw clenched harder, and the corner of his lips thinned out. “Because I used to be one of them, remember? I’ve done scouting missions. When you aren’t sure where a target is, you spread out, five or six guys at different locations where you suspect they may be. Scout and report back. They would have monitored all of us over the time they’ve been watching Charlie, gathering intel. They know you take these trips away, so it was logical to check out Alaska. My guess is you’re usually very circumspect about coming to this particular location though, so he didn’t know exactly where you went. That’s what the fire was all about, a way to draw us out of wherever we were hiding so he could confirm a sighting. Sanctum wants evidence. They wouldn’t send all their people here on a hunch. Probably didn’t expect you’d immediately pick up on the scent of the accelerant used in the fire.”

Jayden frowned, holding up his hand like he was in kindergarten.

“Jayden,” Ryder called on him.

“Okay, I get this whole life or death issue is serious, but I refuse to go on the run until my internet shopping shipments come tomorrow.” He crossed his arms defiantly, and despite the heavy mood, we all smiled.

Sam nodded. “I think two or three nights here is safe, but then we need to get on the move.”

Becca’s mouth was hanging open. “Sam…”

Sam’s expression softened as he looked at her. “I’m sorry I brought this to your door. I didn’t think they were watching us so closely, or that anyone beside these guys would notice all the years I came out here, but I guess someone did, and they opened their big mouths.”

No wonder Sam was always so silent. It was pretty much the only way to ensure a secret remained that way.

Becca shook her head. “I don’t care about that, but I want to help Charlie wipe all of the vampires out, and for that I need my lab.”

Sam nodded as if he expected this. “Start packing up what you need. I have a safe house about fifteen clicks from here. Nobody knows about it. It’s from my human days.”

Damn, homeboy always had a plan B.

My eyelids were dropping. I was exhausted.

“Get some sleep. We’ll plan our next move in more detail in the morning,” Ryder called out, and we all nodded.

I somehow shuffled down the hall, and even though I smelled of barn, smoke, and sweat, and probably a little fear, I collapsed into bed in my t-shirt and granny undies with Ryder right next to me. Then it was lights out. Goodbye, fucked-up day.