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Cane smiled. “Good. You should stay and observe as well, Hazel. I know you’re eager to help Khalid move on from this slayer mess.”
Hazel snorted. “I thought it was bad when it was just a vampire fledgling. But to learn she’s actually a slayer, too? That…” She trailed off, her jaw visibly clenching.
“Yes, I know,” Cane growled. “We’ll fix it, though. And once my brother finishes gathering his blood samples, we’ll end her just like we ended Aurelia.”
Hazel blinked. “Blood samples?”
“For potential experimentation,” Cane explained as he glanced down at his wrist. “Cam suggested…” His brow furrowed, his words vanishing as he studied his watch.
Hazel glanced at her own wrist in the next second, her eyebrows also coming down.
The rest of the room seemed to do the same as well, even Jenkins.
“You scheduled an alliance meeting for thirty-six hours from now?” Robyn asked, her elegant tone a false representation of her character. “I thought we agreed on next week?”
“I didn’t schedule anything.” Cane enunciated each word clearly and concisely, his gaze narrowing with irritation. “This is obviously a prematurely sent message.” He stood, his hand going to his ear. “Mira?”
It’s starting,Cam whispered to me, his gaze locked on Hazel rather than his brother.
“Mira?” Cane repeated, a note of agitation underscoring her name.
“My Prince,” Michael said as he ran into the room. “We have a problem.”
“No shit.” Cane started toward him. “A communication was sent?—”
“The mutt unit hasn’t returned,” Michael interjected before Cane could finish. “And the system can’t find them.”
“What?” Cane clicked his device to bring up his array of screens. “Surely?—”
The room went black, cascading silence over everyone and everything.
My heart skipped a beat.
Vampires and lycans could see in the dark. But I couldn’t. Something Michael knew, as did every other predator in this room.
“Cam, if you can hear me, take Ismerelda and run,” my twin suddenly said in my ear. “The lycans are coming. And they’re not in a kind mood.”
The hairs along my arms stood on end, fear choking me not because of my brother’s words, but because of the very real potential that someone else had overheard them.
It was too quiet. Toostill.
Until suddenly it wasn’t quiet or still at all as growls echoed through the compound.
My neck prickled for an entirely different reason now.
My brother had said the lycans were coming.
But he was wrong.
The wolves are already here…
CHAPTER SIXTY-ONE
CEDRIC
Several Minutes Earlier
Talk to me,little flower. Is Cane properly distracted?I asked Lily as Damien dumped a bucket of water on Ryder’s head.
