They stopped in front of an old, slightly rickety door and Evie pushed aside her anger. She needed a cool head for the ‘interview’. If she let her temper out, Evie wouldn’t be able to help anyone, let alone herself.
Chapter Six
After two bloody days of planning, researching information on Evie’s laptop, which they’d found tucked away in his hideout, and scouting the area around Carlisle, Bram and Kai were ready to make their move. As much as Bram’s dragon wanted to fly in and deal with the threat as it came, Bram wasn’t about to risk Evie, Murray, or his two captured Protectors. He owed it to his people to bring everyone back alive, not just his mate.
Yet keeping his inner beast in check became harder with each passing hour. The incessant roaring inside his head was not only irritating, but also signaled how close Bram was to losing control. No amount of scolding, let alone reasoning, had been able to silence his inner beast.
As such, Bram would be infiltrating the hideout while still in his human form.
Looking up to the night sky, he could just make out the shadows of his clan members flying in the air. To the average person, they might hear the beat of wings and dismiss it as the wind. Bram, however, knew there were two wing formations of dragons circling as quietly as possible in the sky above.
He hoped they were quiet enough to avoid notice by the hunters.
Bram signaled to his team of five dragon-shifters in human form to wait. Once two dragons swooped down and gently landed on the four-story abandoned building in the distance, he nodded at his team and moved.
Surveillance and tapping their local contacts had confirmed the Carlisle hunters were still using one of the two tunnels reported in the DDA’s reports. That was how Bram and his team would try to enter the hideout.
Bram crept through the bushes hiding the entrance until he found the branches concealing the door. Picking up a stick, he pushed aside the branches and held his breath, but he didn’t see any sort of alarm or keypad. Simon Bourne and his hunters were clever enough to have silent alarms, but Kai and Bram had earlier decided to risk it. After all, Bram’s break-in was a decoy meant to divide resources.
Raising a hand to signal for everyone to be ready to fight, Bram rammed his shoulder against the wooden door. On the second try, the old wooden frame splintered. The door gave way and he barreled inside the dark tunnel.
The blackness was no match for his keen dragon-shifter eyesight. With each step, his dragon pushed harder against the wall inside his mind. Bram’s patience with his dragon was nearing its limit. He took what few precious seconds he could spare to say, You can help me soon. I need my human half for the plan to work.
Let me out. I will make you stronger.
When the time comes, I’ll do that. For now, stop with the bloody roaring. You’re acting like a two-year-old who didn’t get the sweets he wanted at the shop.
His dragon huffed. I’ll give you ten minutes of peace. If you don’t use me by then, I’ll find a way out of this prison.
Bram could just make out a door at the end of the tunnel. He quickly instructed his beast, Wait for my signal.
Slamming up the partition in his mind again, Bram stopped in front of the new door and put his ear against the cool, metal surface. He could hear more than a few pairs of footsteps on the other side as well as the shuffling of equipment and muffled shouts. Chances were the hunters knew the tunnel had been breached.
Good. If they were occupied with Bram and his team, they wouldn’t notice the other dragons’ approach.
He conjured up Evie’s dark blue eyes and red hair. Using her face to focus, Bram shoved against the door, but the metal didn’t give. Unable to shift, he’d brought along a gun. Taking it out, he flicked off the safety and shot the lock three times. With another shove against the door, it gave way and he burst into a giant room of chaos.
People were running about, picking up supplies. On the far side of the room, a large group of human men and women dressed in black formed a protective circle around a smaller group of humans in white lab coats. Before he could try to guess what they were moving, the white coats escaped the room via the exit on the far side.
It was then his eyes fell on the green, unmoving dragon in the corner. The restraints and tubes told him what had been done to Charlie, and his inner dragon howled with grief.
The female Protector was dead.
Bram growled. The grief and sadness would have to wait. More than just about anyone, Charlie would understand the need to focus on saving the living before grieving for the dead. Channeling some of his inner dragon’s anger, Bram gave the signal and rushed toward the twenty or so black-clad humans still inside the large room.
It w
as time to give Kai the distraction he needed to save the others. Bram refused to believe Evie, Nikki, or Murray were also dead. No, if he had any say, no more of his clan members would die in this building at the hands of the hunters.
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Evie had been abandoned to the dilapidated conference room for about twenty minutes. There was a guard outside her door, so escape wasn’t an option.
After a quick check of the room and not finding any real faults, she sat down. Rather than processing everything she had seen in the last half-hour, the silence had brought back memories of the dying green dragon. A dragon who was most likely dead.
First, human sacrifices had died because of her. After today, a dragon’s death would also be on her head.
For someone who had joined the DDA in hopes of protecting life, Evie saw more death than she liked. Even though she’d saved more lives than not, it was still difficult to digest.