"Is he your mate?'His lips twisted in disgust. "Aimee would scream in pain as I held her down. I warned the scientists then that there was a Mating, but they wouldn't listen. "
"They knew you were a nutcase too?" she questioned sarcastically.
Anger flowed from him. He wasn't calm any longer, nor was he in
complete possession of all his marbles. A few had rolled away somewhere.
"They lost sight of what they were created for," he spat out. "To kill. To be killed. They are nothing. " His gun wavered on Braden. "They are animals. "
"At least they can get it up without blood. " She snorted. "Or is that your problem-penis envy, Mac? I bet their dicks are way bigger than yours anyway. You should feel slighted. "
Fury surged through him as his hand trembled.
"Cooley, we're pulling back. The Breeds are moving in. " Half a dozen soldiers poured into the area, their faces streaked with shielding paint, sweat, and blood. "Get it over with. We're out of here. "
Rifles pointed toward her and Braden. She saw the flash of fear in Mac's gaze, the blood lust in Jose's.
There were boulders to her side, a deep depression to Braden's. She felt him reaching out to her, guiding her, slamming the information into her as they faced the newest threats.
"Kill the bastard_" Mac ordered.
Move.
The mental order screamed into her brain as she threw herself to the side, grabbing her gun from the small of her back and aiming for Jose as the senator swung his gun her way a second before she fired. She managed to get a shot off, straight into Jose's heart, but she was a second too slow in firing at Mac. Suddenly the night exploded with light. War whoops and Breed roars filled the canyon as Megan felt a blaze of fire erupt along her side. Shit, she was shot.
She kept rolling, throwing herself beside the boulder as she fired at the senator again, watching him take more than one hit and fall. His expression filled with amazement as he went to his knees then slowly toppled to his side.
Lance and three other tall, hard-eyed warriors materialized from the dark as the soldier who had so carefully sent her the information rose from his position and stepped forward as well. As moonlight sliced through the cavern and reflected off his gem-bright blue eyes, recognition slammed through her. He had hid his eyes earlier, which was why she hadn't known who he was.
Uncle Steven. She stared at the soldier, well, Special Forces member really. She sat still and silent as the commotion washed over her. The soldiers still alive were being cuffed quickly as the soft hum of a helijet
could be heard moving in. Lights, voices, too much movement. Family could be a bitch, she thought. How the hell had her uncle managed to infiltrate the senator's forces? Who cared how, she decided just as quickly, she was only thankful that he had.
Megan closed her eyes as everyone seemed to be screaming at once, throwing out orders, cursing Breeds, radical military dumbasses and senators in general.
All she wanted to do was sleep. She could feel the blood weeping from her side, the pain lancing through her body as shock began to set in.
"God dammit Megan, open your fucking eyes. " The sound of Braden's enraged voice had her doing just that.
She grimaced as he tore the night-vision goggles from her head, tossing them aside and tearing her jacket from her body.
"You're fucking crazy," he finally said, as though just realizing that. Hell, he had been with her how long now?
Surely forever. And he was just now seeing that? Poor guy, he was just slow.
"I wouldn't mention this to Lance if I were you," she suggested as
someone hunched beside them, handing Braden a thick square of gauze that he pressed quickly to the wound at her side.
"Get a stretcher," her uncle Steven yelled out commandingly to someone. She wasn't certain who.
"Contact the clinic; we're bringing her in. "
Uh-oh.
The clinic. " She leaned against Braden's shoulder. "This is all going to get interesting. Especially considering the fact that Lance has probably already called the whole damned family. Stupid warpaint shit. No wonder I didn't recognize Steven. What the hell was he doing holding a gun on me?"
She felt fuzzy, but she remembered him standing there, watching. Waiting.