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“Confirmed, in position and access to base two secured. Arrival completed and en route.”
“Be advised, Team Three, movement along area seven detected.”
“Team Three moving out,” Loki answered the call.
“Team three confirmed, advise base two when in position and movement sighted.”
“I guess Dash still has a ban on Coyotes in the princess’s presence,” Dog growled in irritation as they hit the base of the rock column they’d taken as a lookout and went at a full run across the short distance to the hidden Dragoon.
Dash Sinclair rarely allowed Coyotes in his daughter’s presence because of the distress it placed her in with the visions that bombarded her.
“Control, be advised, Enforcer Black and C dash one en route.” He gave Dog’s call sign rather than naming him. “I request my mate remain secure until my arrival,” Stygian activated the link at his ear as they jumped into the Dragoon. “ETA in twenty.”
There was no way the Dragoon was going to gather enough speed with its weight and weapons array across the rough terrain between their location and the hotel.
“Request noted,” Control responded blandly.
“Control, be advised, I request solitary security for my mate until my arrival,” he gritted out as the Dragoon shot from the hidden shadows of the shallow cave he’d found to park it within.
The request was a demand. As Liza’s mate, he was well within his rights to make it, and to have it heeded.
“Repeat, Enforcer Black,” Control came back. “Your signal is deteriorating.”
“The fuck it is,” he yelled out as the Dragoon jumped a shallow, dry bed, and Dog cursed beside him as he held on to the safety grips hanging from the roll bars above them. “Control, advise the director—”
“Repeat, Enforcer Black,” Control cut in over the demand. “Please repeat, your comm-link is fading.”
“Jonas, I’ll make your mate a fucking widow,” Stygian yelled into the link. “You conniving bastard, don’t you do it.”
He stomped the gas, knowing there was no more speed to be found as the vehicle bounced over the rough terrain, stirring up clouds
of dust that nearly obliterated the vision outside.
“You’re wasting your fucking breath, Wolf,” Dog snarled from beside him. “You know Wyatt and you know that freaky little witch of Sinclair’s. Stop wasting your time threatening Wyatt and figure out how you’re going to deal with the fallout instead.”
“By killing Jonas,” Stygian snapped back.
“Yeah, you and the rest of the world,” Dog sneered. “Good luck there.”
Stygian snarled in fury, tore across a shallow creek bed and fought to right the vehicle as he all but forced it up the sharp, uneven incline.
The Dragoon wasn’t meant for the speed or the terrain he was using it against, but he had little choice. He had to get to Liza. He had to get to her before Cassie did, and he knew there wasn’t a chance in hell…
Cassie tilted her head to the side and regarded the older woman that stepped into the sitting area of the suite she and her father, Dash, had been shown to, from the connecting bedroom.
Immediately, her gaze went beyond Liza Johnson to the hazy form of a young woman, of approximately the same age, that moved behind her. The form had long blond hair, gray eyes, higher cheekbones and her lips were more lush, but with a slight resemblance to the woman known as Liza Johnson.
The flow of natural, sun-kissed hair was like a halo around the spirit’s head, while her gray eyes watched Liza with a mixture of sadness and fear. This was the real Liza Johnson, Cassie sensed. The woman the young girl would have become had she not died in a fiery crash at the bottom of a canyon.
“Liza Johnson,” Rule Breaker—God love his heart but she did love his name—stepped forward for the introductions. “Dash Sinclair and his daughter, Cassie.”
Liza stopped in the middle of the room, watching them warily, her darker gray eyes moving between the three of them before they settled on her. Cassie sensed the flash of trepidation.
“I see you’ve already heard about me.” Cassie sighed as her gaze moved to the misty form of the young girl now standing close beside Liza.
“It’s nice to meet you both.” Liza extended her hand to accept the handshake Cassie extended, before taking Dash’s proffered hand as well.
Her father was still as handsome as he had been the day he had rescued her and her mother, Cassie thought, but this was one of the rare times that a woman hadn’t sighed in appreciation of her father’s rough, dangerous good looks.
