Page 26 of Claimed
Horan steps up beside me. He has changed too, and the return of his sword is familiar enough that it eases the anger still inside me. “He felt other,” he rumbles. “His men were too.”
“One was a shifter,” I add. “The other … Ex-military or merc.”
Gage looks at me.
“And no Fire Fae, he did not show any signs of being enhanced,” I tell him before he can speak. Gage frowns.
I know he has been on the lookout for the super soldiers who tried to assassinate the Vice President almost a month ago. The same super soldiers that kidnapped him and Amoret. A lot of the Lock Lake Fae population died because of the enhanced humans, and he is still out for blood after they injected Amoret with a Brightex solution made to enhance her own powers.
We have not been able to reverse it and the effect has not faded.
“Okay so we have a rich ass unknown running around with fifty ampules of Brightex,” Ruin says as he stands and crosses his arms.
“The only good thing is knowing where he went,” Horan says.
I nod.
It was easy enough to follow the SUV out toward Harbor Point. And with the help of the local colony, we now have men crawling the area to make sure none of them leave.
“That kind of anonymity is common in older supes, right, Caine?” Tanner asks me.
The question is loaded whether he realizes it or not.
I don’t shift. “It is,” I hedge. “A lot of demons and old vamps are renowned for staying under the radar. They don’t like anyone keeping tabs on what they are doing.”
Ruin slips from behind the counter. “Then we need to go into this expecting this cat to be old. Hell, he probably has old money and that means deep pockets. Full security detail, firepower, escape routes, the whole nine.”
“With the Miami colony’s aid, we could take the residence,” Gage says, his emerald eyes unfocused as he works through every scenario. “Surround and drown.”
Tanner lets out a low whistle. “That may be easier said than done,” he murmurs. We all turn to him as he clacks away at the laptop before him. “I think I found him.”
The team starts to the counter and he spins the laptop to face Horan and myself. A familiar face is visible on the screen.
“That’s him,” I say. Horan nods.
T shakes his head. “Then this will not be easy at all.”
“Why?” Ruin demands.
“Because this fucker is old,” T responds, raising his gaze to ours. “I’m talking older than Markus old, and you don’t get that way by not being careful.”
“Name?” Gage asks.
“He goes by Hel and he owns Golden Sun,” T supplies. His eyes widen as he looks at the screen. “It’s a large corporation out of Europe that dips its fingers into a lot of cookie jars.”
“Like?” Ruin asks.
“Weapons and pharmaceuticals here and abroad.”
“Guy sounds like a real winner,” Horan mutters.
For once we are in agreement.
“Any idea what he is?” Gage asks.
“Vamp from what I can tell,” Tanner admits. “But he isn’t registered. There is no birth certificate, no driver’s license.”
“Then why did you say he is old?” I ask.
