He supposed Kynan had given them the coordinates, but that didn’t explain how they would have been able to actually see the buildings.
“The Elders can come in,” he said. “The rest of you … stay.”
The four males came forward, and Regan greeted all but Lance with hugs. Jealousy and protectiveness nearly drove him mad, but ultimately, he was pretty damned proud of the way he didn’t rip their heads off and feed them to the two hellhounds slinking up behind them.
Regan shot Than a withering glare. “Could you tell the hounds not to eat my friends?”
“Sorry, boys,” he shouted to the mutts. “No snacks today. Go patrol for Pestilence.” The hounds snarled with ill-tempered tantrums, but they took off, howling their displeasure. The Guardians, meanwhile, looked like they might need a change of underwear. Funny.
He turned to the humans, who were standing in a semicircle in the center of the great room. “Explain. How can you see my keep?”
Lance smiled, and Than instantly hated him. There was something… sneaky about that one. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that we brought Guardians and the qeres. We’ll leave the grunts and the rest of us will be out of your pissing range after we discuss some things with Regan.”
Arrogant sons of bitches. Tension winged through the air, and as much as Than wanted to pulverize these guys, he remembered that they were here to protect Regan. No matter what he might think of the bastards, she held them in high regard. She…needed them.
The protector in him, the male that would lay down his life for his mate and child, let out an injured growl at the idea that Regan needed these other males for anything, but the more civilized side of him understood. Sort of.
So he’d let them live for now.
“Are you okay, Regan?” Juan shuffled his feet, and Than caught a whiff of nerves. At least that one was smart. “Has he hurt you?”
People kept asking that. It was getting old.
“No.” Regan stepped between them, and Than resisted the urge to pull her back. “Trust me, Thanatos isn’t a threat.”
“Not to you.” Thanatos met each of the four Elders’ eyes. “But I’ll kill anyone who f**ks with what’s mine.”
“Dickhead,” Lance muttered.
Regan made a little growly noise that probably shouldn’t be sexy, but that cranked his engine again and had him wanting to drag her to the bedroom, caveman style, to finish what they’d started in the library.
After he strangled Lance with his own intestines.
He must have voiced his thoughts out loud, because Regan rounded on him, planted her palm on his chest, and got in his face. So. Fucking. Sexy.
“Manners, Horseman. It’s what separates us from … well, people like Lance.” She shot a glare at the Elder before turning back to Thanatos. “Could you give us a minute?”
He knew she needed to discuss Aegis business, and he understood that there were things he shouldn’t know—if his Seal broke, he could use the knowledge against them. So yeah, he got it.
But that didn’t mean he liked it. “You have five minutes,” he gritted out. He needed to check in with Ares and Limos anyway. He lowered his voice and put his lips to her ear, his blood still stirring so viciously that his fangs scraped her lobe. “After that, I need—”
Her hands slammed into his chest, the force not violent, but sensual. “I know what you need, Horseman.”
She did, didn’t she? What a remarkable woman. A rumbling purr rattled his chest even as he scowled at the Guardian intruders. Yup, he’d worked himself into a frenzy that Regan somehow understood.
Blood or seed … something was going to spill.
Once Thanatos and his storm cloud of energy was out of sight, Regan rounded on her fellow Elders. “What were you thinking, showing up here without Kynan? He should be the one dealing with the Horsemen.”
“And hasn’t that been the problem,” Lance said, and what was that supposed to mean?
Juan opened the front door and gestured outside. “Come on. We need a little more privacy than this.”
Shit. Whatever they needed so much privacy for couldn’t be good. “What’s going on?”
“Just trust us.” Juan walked out, and Regan followed, dying of curiosity.
The Guardians who had accompanied the Elders had spread out, all armed to the teeth and holding either crossbows or swords, their weapons’ belts packed with wooden stakes.
Lance cocked his head at the helicopter, where the side cargo door was wide open to reveal rows of seats. “Hop in.”
Pregnant women didn’t hop anywhere, and Regan stopped dead in her tracks. “Why?”
“The inside is rigged with a sound-dampening spell,” Juan said. “Whatever we say inside can’t be heard outside.” He glanced back at Omar, who had gone down on one knee just outside the keep’s door to tie his boot. “I know it seems like an extreme measure, but what we have to tell you is critically sensitive.”
A ramp had been placed at the base of the helo, and she awkwardly climbed into the huge chopper that appeared to be a modified military troop transport. Juan, Lance, and Takumi followed her inside, and when Juan slammed the door closed … and locked it, her gut dropped. In the next instant, the pilot started the rotor blades, and her heart joined her plummeting stomach.
“What are you doing?”
Lance’s pacifying smile didn’t boost her confidence. “The rotors help block sound.”
She didn’t like this at all, and neither did Thanatos. Through the front windshield, she saw him burst out of the keep and run toward the helo. Behind him, Omar, who had still been kneeling, leaped to his feet, a pistol in his grip.
“Thanatos!” Regan shouted, as if he could hear.
Gunfire rang out, and Thanatos hit the ground, a crimson-tipped dart sticking out of the back of his neck. Vampires swarmed from the side courtyard, but the Guardians were ready, and as they picked off Than’s staff, Regan screamed. She tried to get to the door, but Lance, Juan, and Takumi blocked her.
“This is a goddamned rescue, Regan!” Lance snapped.
“I don’t need to be rescued, you idiots!”
At the front of the bird, Omar leaped in, and then the helo was airborne, and Regan was trapped.
“What the hell are you guys thinking?” she yelled, grabbing a handbar to steady herself. “Take me back!”
From the front, Omar shook his head. “Regan, we have a plan. This is what’s best.”
Shake it off. Think. The helo was in flight, so right now, she had no choice but to go along with their plan. She didn’t like it, but until she knew exactly what was up, she had to stay calm. Which wasn’t easy, given that she wanted to throw each one of them out of the helicopter for hurting Thanatos.
She sank stiffly into a seat. “What’s the plan? And why didn’t we discuss this before you attacked Thanatos and kidnapped me? I’m tired of getting kidnapped.” And boy, Thanatos was going to be homicidally angry when he came to. “You used hellhound saliva on him, didn’t you?”
Lance shook his head. “Qeres. We had to test it to make sure it would work on Pestilence.”
“That was stupid, guys. And you’ve probably destroyed our alliance with the Horsemen.”
When they said nothing, a sour suspicion fell over her. “You know that, don’t you? You know and don’t care. Why?”
“Because,” Takumi said, “after today it won’t matter.” He looked out the window and back to her. “Regan, you have to trust us. We only want what’s best for you, and for the world. We’re going to end the Apocalypse today.”
“What?” She looked between them. “How? Do you have Pestilence?”
The helicopter banked hard to the right, and she nearly slid out of her seat. As she righted herself, Lance leaned forward, bracing his forearms on his knees.
“Right now isn’t the time for questions or suspicions or doubts. It’s time for you to prove to everyone, once and for all, that The Aegis was right when we didn’t put you down as an infant.”
“How dare you.” Her voice quavered with emotion. “How dare you imply that I’ve somehow been disloyal. I’ve done everything The Aegis has asked of me, which includes bedding and betraying a man who could have killed me with his pinky. So don’t you dare talk to me as if I’ve wronged you.”
“Regan,” Omar said softly, “no one is questioning your loyalty.” He shot Lance a disgusted glare. “What Lance is trying to say—badly—is that what’s happening today isn’t going to be easy, but you’ve got to trust us more than ever, and you’re going to need to be strong. We’ve got to stick together.”
The helicopter jolted, and she looked out the window to see that they’d landed on a huge ship. As the door slid open, she turned back to Omar. “I don’t understand.”
“You will.”
A salt water breeze stung her skin as she was escorted from the big bird past an open chest full of Aegis weapons and supplies to a door on the deck. They led her through a maze of hallways until they arrived at a metal door large enough to allow a rhino to enter. She walked into what appeared to be a medical facility. Her fellow Elders followed her inside and closed the door. The ominous clang vibrated through her bloodstream, but she felt silly about her apprehension when the obstetrician who had been treating her for months entered from a connecting room.
“Regan.” He smiled warmly. “It’s good to see you. How are you feeling?”
Two nurses entered, as well as two burly male technicians carrying trays of medical instruments, and the ominous sensation of doom returned.
“I feel great,” she lied, as she eyed the syringes on one of the trays. “But I think it’s time you told me why I’m here.”
Dr. Rodanski cut a sharp look at Lance. “You didn’t tell her?”