“We could run away,” he smirked and placed his hand on the top of mine.
“And what, Adrian? Wait for Faery to overrun this world and destroy everything? You wouldn’t do that any more than I could.”
“You’d be surprised what I’d do for you,” he mumbled under his breath. We sat there silent until his eyes held my face, and his smirk turned into laughter. He shook his head, and held his glass up for Vlad to refill it.
“What’s so funny?” I finally asked when he had his glass filled once more.
“You’re wearing woad, leather, and blood; and I just noticed. I’m a crappy Vampire.”
“I got some of the ones who killed my parents tonight. I failed to kill the one I wanted though,” I replied.
“I know, Ryder was communicating with Vlad for some of it. He wants to know how to get inside your shield pretty damn bad. He figured I might know how.”
“You can’t get inside of it, unless I want you to; no one can.”
“That’s what I told him, but are you so sure about that? I would think anyone of stronger mind and will than the one casting it, should be able to break through.”
“I haven’t met anyone who can get inside of it against my will.”
He was about to reply when the room grew tense, and everyone stopped talking, stopped moving. Electrical current sizzled through the room thick enough to make my hair stand up on end.
I moved to stand up, but Aodhan was there pushing me back down into the chair. “Stay down. Please.”
“What is it?” I asked, sending out my senses and finding nothing but raw current pulsing in the air.
Weapons were coming out, and I had a wall of Fae males building up in front of me once again. Aodhan, Zade, and Savlian were the only ones I was familiar with that I could see. I backed up until I felt hands from behind me, grabbing me, and pulling me behind the bar.
I turned and met Vlad’s silver eyes. He shook his head slowly and held a single finger against his lips. I felt the pressure in the air growing thick until it literally popped. Vlad lifted his head, and it came back down slowly.
“Fuck!” He cussed in a hushed tone. “Adrian, get Syn to her room. Don’t move until I tell you, then you sift boy.”
I felt my skin crawl and knew something was wrong. “It’s not an enemy.” I whimpered, confused by their actions.
I felt no threat and heard the weapons being replaced into their holsters and scabbards. I watched Vlad look over my head to where Adrian was, and I shot up trying to see what was wrong. I’d left Adam with his father’s guards, but it didn’t mean that the guy I’d been trying to kill hadn’t come back and hurt him.
My eyes met Zahruk’s startling blue ones and flinched with shock. He was covered in blood and holding a seriously wounded Sevrin up. Blood flowed freely from multiple deep gashes on his face and arms. Other Fae were sifting in around us, all of them showing signs of battle. “Where the fuck did they go tonight?” I struggled to get the words out of my dry mouth.
“They went to shut the Mages down tonight,” Adrian whispered as he pulled me against him and sifted us out of the room.
We materialized outside of Ryder’s room. “Dammit, Adrian! I need to know who’s hurt,” I shouted, turning and heading back toward the elevator.
“Syn, stop! You can’t go up there right now.”
“Why not?” I shouted turning on him.
“Because, he’s hurt. Right now, he needs to be looked over by the healer. He needs you down here for when they bring him to you.”
I felt my knees go weak, and I hit the floor, hard. Adrian was there, quickly helping me to my feet, and lending his support. “No, he’s fine. He’s Ryder, he can’t get hurt!” I felt sick to my stomach, and my hands were shaking violently. I felt as if the air was being stolen from my lungs, and the only thing I could think, was that he couldn’t die. He was mine.
“Open the door and wait in the room. They will bring him to you if they can.”
“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means if he doesn’t have to go into a healing tank, they’ll bring him to you,” he said, locking his eyes with mine. “You love him, don’t you?” His voice was harsh, yet I could hear the pain beneath it that he was trying so hard to hide.
“What the hell is a healing tank?”
I dodged his question, and he allowed it.
“It’s just what it sounds like; a healing tank is filled with water from Faery and it speeds the healing process up.”
“How bad is he hurt?” I demanded.
“Bad, Syn; they all are. The smell of blood inside the club right now is very strong. And it’s from many Fae, not just Ryder. He took a large force out with him tonight. Larissa told him where a large group of Mages were meeting,” he replied with his finger held on his temple as if he was listening to something.
“Who’s talking to you?”