With more gunfire ringing just outside the walls of the house, the Hunter had the audacity to look Dragos square in the eye and shake his head. "Either way, I am dead. If you want me to fight so you can live, disable my collar."
"How dare you even so much as suggest - "
"You waste time," he said, apparently unfazed by the chaos rising all around them. "Release me from this shackle, you arrogant son of a bitch."
Just then, one of Fabien's feeble watchmen came rushing to the open doorway. "Sir, we've got incoming shots arriving from the entire perimeter. We can't be sure yet, but there must be a damned army closing in on us from the woods."
"Oh, Jesus," Fabien gasped. "Oh, sweet Christ! We're all going to die!"
Dragos snarled in fury, not confident in the slightest that Fabien's guards could find their own asses, let alone provide adequate cover for the group of high-ranking Breed males who were currently looking to Dragos as their leader to help them make their escape. Waiting for him to call the shots that would either spare them or take them and their budding revolution down in one fell swoop.
"We're finished here," he growled. "Everyone out the back door, to the boat. Follow me."
As the group began to fall in around him, Dragos cast a glower from over his shoulder at the Hunter. Neither male said a word - mutual hatred easy enough to read in their gazes - as Dragos reached into his pocket and retrieved the device that controlled the Hunter's collar and typed in the code that would disable it.
The instant the collar clicked into neutral, the Hunter reached up and tore it off his neck. Then, with a look that was part disbelief, part cold determination, he strode out the door and toward the heart of the disruption outside.
Chapter Thirty-two
Nikolai smiled to himself as his diversion tactic created sudden mass confusion all over the place. The agents on watch were tearing around in utter panic, more than one taking a hit from the gunfire blasting in from all directions of the forest. Niko summoned a vine from the tangle of branches above his head in the forest and bade the snaking tendril to wrap itself around the trigger of his last absconded M16.
As the vine did its thing as the previous ones had, holding the rifle aloft and applying more and more pressure to the trigger as the coiling green runner grew thicker and more strong, Niko ran for the side entrance of the house.
It wasn't hard to find Renata. Their blood bond was a beacon for him, leading him through the back of the place to an upward flight of stairs. Renata was just coming down them, Mira held tight in her arms. She met his gaze and, for an endless instant, neither of them said a word. Nikolai wanted to tell her how sorry he was. How relieved he was that she had found the child unharmed.
He had a thousand things he wanted to say to Renata in that moment, not the least of which being that he loved her and that he always would.
"Hurry," he heard himself murmur. "You need to get out of here now."
"The gunfire is everywhere," Renata said, worry etching her features. "What's going on?"
"Just a diversion. I had to create a window of opportunity to get both of you out of here."
She looked relieved, but only for a second. "Fabien and the others...I heard men leaving out the back way a couple minutes ago."
"I'm on it," Niko said. "Now go. Don't stop for anything. Take Mira back to the vehicle. The Order should be rolling in any minute."
"Nikolai." He paused, holding Renata's steady gaze, hoping to hear forgiveness if not an affirmation that she might still love him after everything that had occurred. She held his gaze, a crease forming between her brows. "Just...be careful."
He gave her a grim nod, feeling none of his usual high from the adrenaline rush of awaiting combat. Those days seemed ages behind him, back when nothing much mattered to him except the glory of battle and the triumph of winning, however meaningless the contest.
Now everything mattered - especially where Renata was concerned. Her safety and happiness were all that mattered, even if it meant he might not be in the picture.
"Take Mira back to the vehicle," he told her again. "Keep your head down and keep yourself safe. We're gonna get you both out of here."
He waited until Renata ran out, then he bolted for the back door of the house where his enemies had fled.
The speedboat was just pulling up to the dock out back as Dragos and the others hurried down the slope to meet it. From all around them in the forest and up near the house, Fabien's Enforcement Agents scrambled like ants that had just gotten their hill stomped. Gunfire lit up the night, so haphazard it was impossible to tell which rounds came from the friendlies and which from the apparent intruders.
All Dragos knew was that he was not sticking around to let the Order or anyone else take him down.
As he and his group began to pile onto the boat, Dragos put himself in the way of Edgar Fabien.
"There's no room on board for you," he told the Montreal Darkhaven leader. "You've jeopardized enough with your idiocy. You stay here."
"But...sire, I - please, I can assure you that I will not disappoint you again."
Dragos smiled, baring the tips of his fangs. "No, you won't."