Sloan’s lips curved into a smile, but quickly disappeared. “What message does the son of a bitch have?”
Caroline’s mouth opened to speak, but suddenly her body jerked, her eyes widened before slamming shut. Sloan jumped over his desk grabbing her by the shoulders. “Caroline!”
Her eyes opened, but just like with Lana, Caroline wasn’t there. “Hello Sloan.” It was Caroline’s voice, but her tone and attitude took on that of Alexio Milona and every Warrior in the room, other than Slade, knew it.
“Son of a bitch.” Releasing her shoulders, Sloan took a step back, a rare look of shocked surprise on his face.
“Yes, actually, I am, as you well know.” Caroline’s head tilted. “It’s good to see you, old friend.”
“Are you hurting her?” Sloan asked, getting himself together enough to realize exactly what was going on.
Caroline laughed Alexio’s laugh, which had each Warrior shooting glances at each other. “No, I’m not hurting the girl.” Looking down, Caroline’s hand went to her breasts. “Though I’ll tell you she has a nice set of tits on her, doesn’t she?”
The room erupted in aggressive growls Sloan’s the loudest. “Stop!”
“Or what?” Caroline’s arms spread apart still laughing. “You can’t hurt me. Here take a swing. I can take it.” Caroline stuck her chin up and out toward Sloan.
“What do you want, Alexio?” Sloan demanded, his tone indicating he was close to snapping.
Caroline’s face took on a completely different expression, one of seriousness and thought. “I’m here to warn you.” Her eyes searched each of the Warriors, even Slade. “There is a war coming.”
“A little too late with the warning, Alexio,” Duncan replied. “We’ve been at war since the day we were turned.”
Caroline’s head swiveled toward Duncan, a half grin on her face. “You made the choice, my friend. To stay a slave or become a Warrior. You chose this life, not me.”
Damon stepped forward, anger on his face. “We made the choice, minus one important factor.”
“Details. Details.” Caroline rolled her eyes. “Like you would have chosen differently.”
“I would have,” Damon growled. “I would have chosen to die in the arena, rather than to live forever.”
“You would have died a slave,” Caroline spat Alexio’s words. “And how would your beautiful mate feel about that, hmmm?”
Damon went after Caroline, but Duncan and Sloan stopped him. “It’s Caroline’s body,” Duncan reminded him. “Slow down, brother.”
Caroline clapped, laughing at Damon. “You were always so easy to piss off, DeMasters.”
Sloan let Damon go, knowing he wasn’t going to move any further. “What war are you taking about, Alexio?”
“The humans.” Caroline again became serious. “This will be a war among wars, a war that will wipe out all humankind as well as all half-breeds. The only remaining will be full bloods. And it has already started with the hunt for half-breeds.”
“So what made you decide to let us know this?” Sloan asked, his eyes shooting toward Slade who had moved closer, watching Caroline with a concerned expression. “I have never known you to do anything that you didn’t benefit from.”
“You wound me, Sloan, but you’re right. I don’t care about any of you. In order for me to finally be at rest, I have to do a good deed.” Caroline’s voice became weaker. “This is my good deed; given to ones I’ve presumably deceived.”
“Presumably?” Sid’s eyes went from golden to black in a second flat. “Not one of us would have agreed to a life of watching everyone we know dying, as we continue to live.”
Caroline snorted as her head bobbed toward Sid. “I don’t see how that should have bothered you, Sinclair. You’ve never had anyone.”
“You’re lucky you are already dead, you son of a bitch,” Sid growled, clasping his hands into fists.
“Go ahead and hit me,” Caroline smirked. “I won’t feel a thing.”
“You were a bastard then and you’re a bastard now,” Sid snarled his hatred before growling and walking away.
“So is that all the information you have?” Jared asked, his eyes narrowed. “That’s it? Just ‘there’s a war’, which we already knew.”
“Hey, give me a fucking break.” Caroline sat down, her legs spread out like a man and not a prim pose for a female. “I don’t know all and I only give information I’m allowed to give.”
Sloan sighed, rubbing his eyes. “There’s a war coming with the humans and vampires, but no hint when this war is going to happen, how it starts or who starts it. I mean, that’s pretty fucking lame, Alexio, and I’m not sure that deed is enough to get you out of hell or wherever they’ve put your sorry ass.”