Quite well, in fact." Reichen simmered down, but only slightly. "Tell me what happened." Gideon gave him a quick rundown of the facts Renata had reported: Claire's certainty that they were within mere miles of Roth; the double sightings of the Minions who'd apparently been following them since early afternoon; the high-speed pursuit that ended in an undeveloped stretch of woodlands some three hours away; and the astonishing news that Dylan's psychic gift had not only delivered the women to safety but also, apparently had led them right into the vicinity of what could only be Dragos's hidden lair. As stunned as he was to hear the day's extraordinary events--as relieved as he was to know that neither Claire nor the other two women had been injured--another part of him was awash in confusion... and guilt. Claire must have been terrified when she and her companions had come under attack by the Minions. At the very least, her adrenaline should have kicked into high gear, and yet Reichen's blood bond to her had told him nothing. "You didn't know?" Tegan said, his gaze seeming to read right through him. Reichen gave a curt shake of his head. He'd been laid flat while Claire was in serious danger. The knowledge of how badly he might have failed her hit him like a stab to the chest. And now she was out there in the open, vulnerable, near enough to Roth that she could feel him, and possibly within Dragos's reach, as well. Reichen bristled with the thought.
He felt the first crackling trace of heat begin to bloom in his gut while the Order went back to reviewing the night's operation. Pushing the fire down deep, all his focus centered on Claire, he listened in to the warriors' plan to search the wooded area the females had mapped out, with the goal of uncovering Dragos's apparent base of operations. From the information Claire's blood bond had given them, they were confident they'd find Roth, but the ideal goal remained to locate Dragos himself, flush the bastard out of hiding and into the Order's hands. The warriors began to disperse, those in combat fatigues heading for the corridor while Lucan, Dante, and Gideon would be monitoring the mission from the compound. When Reichen moved to join Tegan and the others on their way to the hallway, Lucan stopped him with a look. "This is the Order's mission, and we can't afford any weak links in the chain." At Reichen's disapproving scowl, Lucan went on. "Listen, you've been a hell of an ally thus far, Reichen, but Tegan's filled me in on a few things--what you're going through with the pyro and the aftereffects. I also heard about the vision that Roth's Breedmate saw in Mira's eyes. Those are no small things, and we can't afford any liabilities right now."
Reichen held the Gen One warrior's keen gray eyes. "I'm bonded to her, Lucan. I love her. If you want to keep me out of this, you're going to have to kill me right here and now." A silence fell over the lab and the group of warriors standing around them. "I've given the Order my full support," Reichen said. "It's cost me dearly, but I am dealing with that. Now I'm asking you to give me this one thing: I want Roth dead. I need Roth dead, and so does the Order.
Let me take the son of a bitch down, if it's the last thing I do." "And if it is the last thing you do?" Lucan pressed. Reichen gave a slow shake of his head, feeling determination light up his veins in far greater measure than even the worst of his pyro. "I don't intend to lose this battle, Lucan. I don't intend to lose Claire, either." The Gen One vampire stared at him for a long moment, his gray eyes weighing him in unflinching scrutiny. "Very well," he said at last. "Suit up and get the hell out of here. Godspeed, Reichen. I have a feeling you might need it."
The last ray of sunlight dipped behind the westerly tree line just as Claire, Renata, and Dylan left the Range Rover behind them near the river and started walking up the dirt lane toward the road. They had collected everything of importance from the disabled SUV--maps, notes, weapons, and ammunition--and were taking up a post near the main road as the warriors had instructed Renata when she'd phoned in their situation a short time ago.
As they walked up the narrow path in the gathering dusk, Claire couldn't keep from looking over her shoulder or jumping at every unexpected noise that came out of the ever-darkening forest that flanked both sides of them. The day had been unsettling enough as it was, but it was the buzzing in her veins--the dreadful certainty that Wilhelm Roth was near--that had her skin feeling too tight on her body, all of her senses on edge. She kept revisiting her last dreamwalk with Roth, chilled to remember how he'd seethed with his promise to make Andreas and her suffer. And she also recalled, all too vividly, the numerous women being held in Dragos's cages--prison cells that might be located not far from where she and her two companions had been standing not long ago. It sickened her to think of the horrors those captive Breedmates might have been through. Horrors that had ended in death for many of them, as evidenced by the group of specters that had shown themselves to Dylan back in those remote woods. Dragos had to be stopped.
Wilhelm Roth, as well, and any other members of the Breed who would condone the kind of torment and terror that she'd witnessed through Roth's subconscious mind. Claire knew men like that needed to be removed from existence, but it didn't dampen her fear for the ones who had made it their life's mission to see that kind of evil destroyed. It didn't dampen her worry about Andreas, and the harrowing vision of fire and death that she prayed would never come true. As she and her two companions sought shelter to wait for the warriors to come and meet them, Claire couldn't help thinking that the night ahead of her might be only the beginning of an even greater darkness yet to come.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Reichen sat beside Tegan in the backseat of a black Range Rover for what seemed an interminable drive to the northwestern corner of Connecticut. Rio was at the wheel, Nikolai riding shotgun, maintaining constant cell phone contact with Renata since the warriors left Boston some three hours past. Behind them in another SUV was the rest of the team accompanying them on the mission: Kade, Brock, and Hunter. About forty-five minutes ago, they'd turned off the interstate and begun a meandering jog along one rural route after another, following both the coordinates the women had provided and the strength of the blood bonds that would have led Niko and Rio to their mates even without the use of maps and GPS systems. Likewise, Reichen's sensory pull toward Claire was intensifying the farther they drove along the winding stretch of moonlit, two-lane blacktop.