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He shook his head. “That’s what he wants us to think. That he’s coming for her. That he’s coming to take back what belongs to him. Watts has no feelings for this woman, and he doesn’t care one way or the other who she fucks or mates. No, he’s coming back here to save his own ass, Danna, and we both know it. He’s coming here to kill me. Because he knows he’ll never be safe as long as I live.”
And now that he was free, Watts would want to ensure that freedom. The only way to ensure it would be to kill the one man he knew he would never escape.
Patrick Wallace. Death.
“Cassa walked into this with her eyes open,” Danna snapped. “She knew she would be facing a killer.”
“She doesn’t deserve to die,” Myron argued heatedly. “For God’s sake, Danna, we’ve both lost mates. Do we really want to force another to live as we have?”
“Did they care when we lost our mates?” Patrick kept his voice low, commanding. “We’re still at war, Myron, don’t let propaganda tell you any differently. We use the weapons at our disposal, and that is all Ms. Hawkins is here, a weapon against Watts. How or if she survives isn’t my concern. Finding my child and killing that bastard is my concern.”
“Will it bring them back?” Myron was the one Patrick had always known would falter at this point. He would falter, but he wouldn’t betray them. For that reason he was still alive.
“Nothing can bring them back,” Danna whispered, and they both looked to him, as though he had the power to turn back time and return the laughter to them.
“Nothing can bring them back,” he told them. “All we can do now is make them pay. With each one we kill we learn more. There’s four left to go besides Watts. I want them all dead. Every one of them.”
He would never live to see that final closure. The Breeds would stop him; Jonas Wyatt would eventually figure out who he was. The pills Danna had managed to steal from Brandenmore’s labs wouldn’t last forever.
Patrick had taken a risk in sending the pills to Cassa Hawkins. It had been a calculated risk, but it had drawn her here. She was now distracting the Bengal he was having problems with, distracting Jonas, and soon she would distract Watts. That was all he needed. Just one moment of time to strike.
“If we kidnap her before he arrives, before Jonas has a chance to throw a net around her, then we can draw Watts straight to you,” Danna argued. “If we wait, we could lose out on the goal we’ve been fighting for.”
He stared back at her, his heart heavy. How much she had lost. Not just her mate and her child, but her very soul. Sometimes he felt the vacancy within her, and knew the pain this would have caused his treasured baby brother.
How Raine had loved this woman. His first smile had been because of her laughter. His first night without nightmares had been because of her presence in his bed. His first tears of joy had been the day they had learned she carried his child.
The night Raine died, a part of Danna had died as well. The night those bastards had held her down and the Reaper had stolen her soul, and the life of her child, Danna had ceased to exist as a woman. She had emerged from that hell broken, irrevocably damaged and without the mate who could have eased her spirit.
They had buried Raine without his head, but Patrick had known they had buried Danna’s soul with him.
“Taking her before Watts arrives would be a mistake,” he finally ordered them both. “We wait until he’s here.”
“The risk is too great,” Danna bit out fiercely. “Rick, they’ll be ready for us then.”
“They’re ready for us now.” He shrugged. “They’ll be more distracted once Watts arrives and so will she. We wait.”
He moved away from them, heading up the hill, using the trees to hide his presence, knowing he would blend into the forest in a way that even another Breed couldn’t track.
He was good at hiding. He was damned good at what he did. He was even better at it than he’d been twenty-two years before. And he had been good then.
He should have followed his first instincts that night and taken that Coyote youth through those mountains alone. He shouldn’t have listened to his own mate. He should have left her safe at their farm, he should have known it was a trap.
The youth was wounded, in pain, desperate to reach the location where he knew he would be safe, where a litter mate had promised him haven.
He was also one of the Council’s prized creations. One of their most advanced engineered Breeds.
He hadn’t listened to his instincts though, and because of that, so many had died. And still suffered.
“Rick, don’t walk away from us.”
The hold that materialized on his arm drove him into action. A snarl tore from his lips, vicious and primal, before his fingers wrapped around Danna’s throat and he was pushing her into the heavy trunk of the bare oak tree behind her.
The smell of fear and submission filled the air, though it was tinged with anger and pain. She gazed back at him furiously, her eyes watering with tears, and suddenly he saw her sister. Sweet, soft Serena. The betrayed and the betrayer.
“Back off.” He pushed away from her, enforcing his calm, enforcing Death rather than the man that wanted nothing more than to lie down and give up the fight that he knew was never ending.
Rick. Patrick. Patrick Wallace. Death. He was a man without a soul, pretty much as Danna was a woman without her o
