cousin.
I silently cursed as she clipped the bombs to her belt, then stepped around
her before she started up the stairs. “I’ll go first.”
The door in the cave was already open, and I was betting that Kahanov
had used the same entrance. By now, he probably knew we were here and
had prepared an ambush.
Savannah sighed but let me pass. “Fine, you get blasted first and have all
the fun.”
We ascended the time-worn stairwell until we reached a narrow door,
slightly ajar. I pushed it open slowly, revealing an expansive kitchen with
white and black tile. A pot sat cooking on an old gas stove, and a body lay on
the floor beside a knife. Blood was splattered everywhere.
“I don’t think that happened chopping vegetables,” Savannah whispered.
“Kahanov is here,” I growled as a deep rage clouded my thoughts and a
savage drive to hunt and kill filled my mind.
The bastard had attacked my pack and put five of my wolves to sleep.
He’d also attacked Savannah, and with the mate bond, that didn’t sit well.
My vision clouded as my body shook with fury. My claws ripped out, and
my fangs erupted as hair bristled along my arms. I didn’t push them back but
remained in that liminal state between man and beast.
“We need to move fast,” Amal said.
My senses blazing, I shot forward and out into a long, pearl-white gallery.
The room’s vaulted ceiling was covered with ornate gold decorations. Gold-
framed paintings hung along the walls, and erotic marble sculptures stood in
the corners.
It was absolutely garish.
“This place is gorgeous,” Savannah murmured.
There was no door—the room simply ended and was followed by
chamber after chamber, as far as I could see.
We moved on.