Without Regret (Pyte/Sentinel 2)

“It’s okay. Daddy took care of it,” Marc said, shrugging before he gave the pizza his attention again.

But the shifter had gotten away and that most definitely was not okay. Once he had his mate on a plane and his family settled he was going after the son of a bitch.

“Put me down I have to help Izzy and Eric,” he said squirming until Chris had no choice but to put him down.

“Why don’t you go see mom and dad for a while? I need to speak with Izzy and Eric alone,” Chris said to the little boy as his eyes narrowed on his mate’s back.

“Okay,” Marc said, sighing heavily. He started for the door only to turn around and grab a box of pizza before leaving. Chris waited until he heard the front door close before he turned his attention on the man he was going to kill.

“What the hell is she still doing here?” he bit out.

For the first time since he walked into the room, Izzy looked back at him. “I just have one more condition before I take this job,” she said, glaring at him as if she had every right to be pissed at him.

“What’s that?” Eric asked around a huge mouthful of pizza.

“Keep this person the hell away from me.”

Chapter 42

“You didn’t tell us the Sentinels had a Pyte working for them!” the Ramjis demon currently missing his left arm and part of his right hand spat out.

A Pyte? Interesting. He hadn’t known that. That piece of information would have been useful before, but it had no bearing on the matter at hand now.

They failed him.

He slowly walked around the small group of demons made even smaller. Six demons, they’d lost four in that little skirmish earlier in the day. They stood defiantly in front of him, ignoring their wounds while they watched him walk around the small deserted parking lot.

“Where is Isabella McGuire?” he asked softly as he kicked a used syringe out of his path.

“She wasn’t there,” the female Ramjis said, holding her hand over what looked like a rather nasty gunshot wound to the stomach. “It was a trap.”

Logan nodded. “A trap that you fell for.”

“The scent was strong, very strong,” one of them, he didn’t bother to look to see which one, said tightly.

“Probably because he is her mate,” Logan mused quietly. He looked around their small group pointedly.

“Yet, I don’t see him. Where is he?”

They stilled, the movement was slight, but he caught it nonetheless.

“We were unable to capture him at this time, but we will,” the female swore.

“And why weren’t you able to capture him?” he asked, never stopping his slow pace around them.

“While we were fighting the Sentinel and Pyte a group of Sentinels stormed the warehouse leaving us no choice, but to back off.”

“And during the ensuing chaos not one of you thought to grab the male Sentinel and bring him to me?” he asked, wondering what his Angel was doing before he could stop himself. He shoved away all thoughts of her as he focused on the group before him.

“Shlek and Miori attempted to grab the male, but were unable to succeed,” one of the males explained.

“Why not?” he asked quietly.

“The male fought back, Master.”

“I see,” he murmured, wondering about that. While Sentinels were naturally stronger they usually had problems handling one Ramjis demon, never mind two of them.

“Our contacts at the airport said that a group of Sentinels moved through there five hours ago with what appeared to be a prisoner. They were unable to get close enough to scent them through the human crowd, but if you give us a day we can find out where they-“

“It wasn’t her,” an all too familiar voice said coming from behind him and Logan had to force himself to stop and face the bastard, careful not to leave the Ramjis demons at his back. They had failed after all and he did have a reputation for being unforgiving.

Kale walked towards the group keeping his eyes on Logan and barely acknowledging the group of demons that he no doubt knew had been hired to take him down as well. Judging by the low growls and snarls coming from the Ramjis demons they were more than eager to complete that part of the job.

“She’s been safely brought into the compound and hasn’t left,” Kale announced with a shrug. “Now it’s just a matter of waiting.”

“No, she hasn’t. We had men posted to watch all the compound entrances. We would have known if she’d been brought inside,” one of the demons snarled.

“You obviously don’t know all the compound entrances or you would know that Isabella McGuire is currently a resident in the Boston compound,” Logan said dismissively as he moved past Logan without an ounce of fear and leaned back against Logan’s black SUV as if he didn’t have a care in the world.

“If she’s in the compound then we can have her within the day,” one of demons boasted as Logan once again began a slow pace around them. When he came close to the fool he didn’t even hesitate in reaching out and tearing the bastard’s throat out. The skin and muscle were tougher than a human’s and vampire’s, but no less vulnerable.

His body began to dissolve before it hit the ground. The rest of the demons backed up cautiously as he continued his pace. He pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket and slowly wiped his hand clean of the too hot red blood.

“That was unnecessary,” the female said, but when he approached her she cautiously jumped away from him and averted her eyes.

“There is no breaking into a compound of that level,”

Logan said, learning that sad truth thirty years ago.

“First off, the compound is protected against demon and vampire invasion. Secondly, they have dozens of entrances and tunnels and if they don’t want you to find them, you won’t.”

“We could set off a bomb or start a fire,” one of demons suggested and Kale’s sigh almost matched his own.

“Their compound runs several levels below the brownstone. You can torch and bomb that brownstone, but you it won’t matter, because they will escape below level and out the tunnels.”

“What if we-” one of the demons began, but Kale cut him off.

“We need to wait. That is the only plan right now. If I find an opportunity to get inside I will take it. Leave it to me and I’ll have Isabella McGuire, soon,” Kale said, pushing away from the vehicle and headed back towards the trash littered alleyway behind the dumpster.