Can you guard us?
Hell, yeah, we can. Go get our brother.
It was such a bizarre thing to hear a wolf refer to a vampire as his brother. I will.
With the gunfire stalled out, Juliet raced across the room and dropped down next to Brannick. All she had to do now was steal her way into Roche’s dreamglide without being detected.
Given Roche’s level of power, as well as the fact he’d been able to abduct Brannick, she wondered if she had a chance in hell of coming out of this alive.
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Brannick had heard Juliet call to him telepathically, though her voice had sounded as though she was using a tin can and a string. He knew something else as well, that if he’d responded, Roche would have known that Juliet was in the vicinity. He thanked his fae abilities for the wisdom to keep silent.
But he also knew he was done for and Juliet needed to keep her distance.
Roche had moved the dreamglide out of the living room and took Brannick down the hall to his study. Most of Roche’s fae warriors lay dead, the two remaining on this side of the house were hunched over and waiting for Fergus and his men to attack.
Once within the study, Roche had demanded that Brannick contact Juliet to draw her into his web, but Brannick had refused.
Roche had never stopped moving from the time he’d brought Brannick into his dreamglide. He walked in a slow circle around Brannick. He could feel the witch’s spell tightening the invisible binds on him. Roche murmured something incomprehensible, probably part of the be-spelling process. The stench around Roche’s dreamglide had become thick and nauseating.
When Roche arrived back at his starting point, Brannick could no longer even move his head. He was frozen in place.
“So here we are.” Roche smiled. “Tell me, Officer, how long have you been screwing Juliet in the dreamglide?”
“None of your fucking business.” He could move his lips but just barely. He felt as though he had steel cables around different parts of his body, including his head, anchoring him to the floor of the dreamglide.
Roche moved to a side table and pulled open a draw. The long dagger he took out told Brannick exactly what Roche intended his fate to be.
His life didn’t flash before his eyes, but his time with Juliet did. In a swift movie-like flow, he saw her from the beginning at the White Flame club then in all the conversations they’d shared in the dreamglide as well as each time they’d made love. He thought the collected images poetic because of Juliet and her style, the flow of her dresses and skirts, the wild nature of her hair and the way her dark blue eyes glimmered when he was with her.
He loved the woman and wished more than anything his time with her wouldn’t end. He felt like he’d just gotten started.
Suddenly, her voice was in his head again. I’m here Brann, inside Roche’s dreamglide, cloaked like a vampire. But don’t look around and try to find me. Roche is focused completely on you and on holding the spell.
The sound of Juliet’s voice within his mind invaded his chest, warming him as it always had. You’re saying Roche doesn’t know you’re here?
Not even a little.
Fear rushed at him at what Roche would do to her if he caught her in his dreamglide. Juliet, you should leave now, before he kills you as well.
Not going anywhere, vampire, so get used to it. We’re partners, remember?
Roche moved to stand next to him. He flipped the dagger, catching it in his hand. “I’ll give you one last chance to bring Juliet to me or tonight you breathe your last.”
Brannick smiled, one of the few movements he could make given the spell. “Fuck you, Roche. You and all your kind.”
Roche’s red brows rose. “You mean fae?” he asked sarcastically. “But I thought you had a thing for Juliet?”
“I wasn’t referring to fae, but to you and your scum-sucking, drugged out cronies. May you all rot in hell.”
“You first.” Roche slowly lifted the dagger high overhead, his lips pulled back in a vicious grin, teeth bared.
Brannick had no idea what Juliet planned to do, but he wasn’t surprised when she shot at Roche from the side, stretched out in a horizontal levitation just like at the sex club.
When she struck, Roche flew sideways through the air. He lost control of the dagger, hit the blurred wall and fell to the floor.
Brannick felt the spell give way a little. He could move his legs sideways and lift his head and neck. But his chest was still bound tight. If she continued battling Roche, he might be able to work himself free.