Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,102

anyone or anything but saving his daughter.

“So you intend to leave her trapped in there?” he snarled.

Lana flinched, as if he’d wounded her with his accusation.

“No, of course not.” She regained her composure, her chin tilted to an angle he easily recognized. It meant she was trying to make the best out of a very bad situation. “I said we can’t go in. But if Molly isn’t infected, she can come out.”

Bas scowled. His daughter was amazing. A vivid, joyous creature who spread happiness to everyone she met.

But she wasn’t a warrior.

“Excellent,” he hissed. “Now maybe you can tell me how a four-year-old girl is going to get away from a grown woman who was ruthless enough to gain control of the Brotherhood?”

This time Lana couldn’t halt Wolfe from moving to the center of the room, the force of his power slamming into Bas.

Naturally Bas eased himself to stand in front of Myst, ready and willing for whatever the Tagos wanted to throw at him. The very air thickened, the floor trembling beneath their feet.

“Enough, you two,” Lana abruptly snapped, stepping between them. “We can’t make a plan until we know more.” Her attention shifted to Myst. “Can you reach her telepathically?”

Myst shoved him aside, directly facing the Mave. “No.” She wrapped her arms around her waist, her frustration etched on her pale face. “There’s some sort of barrier between us.”

Lana hissed, clearly disappointed. “It must be the quarantine spell.”

Bas swallowed his aggravated condemnation. There was no point in slinging blame.

“Don’t you have cameras?” he demanded, recalling his efforts to sneak into Valhalla three weeks ago.

He’d barely managed to slip past the high-tech security system. How was it possible they couldn’t use it to find one small child?

“Not in every room,” Wolfe answered, his muscles clenched and a handgun held at his side. “Especially not the storage areas. That’s why we hoped Myst could speak with her.”

Of course not. Bas released a string of curses, his mind racing for a way he could find his daughter.

Any other day, he wouldn’t hesitate to kick Wolfe’s ass and head to the fifth floor. Whatever the Mave said, he refused to believe there was no way to get through the spell.

But it wasn’t any other day. He was still weakened from taking three bullets to the chest, and while he was willing to cheat in a fight when necessary, he didn’t like his current odds.

Which meant he had to figure out another way to reach Molly . . .

“Shit,” he breathed, abruptly realizing how stupid he’d been. He’d had the means to reach Molly in his hands the entire time. Well, not precisely in his hands, but close. Instinctively he reached down, only to recall that he was wearing the ridiculous hospital robe and his phone was still somewhere in France. “I need to call Kaede.”

Lana shook her head. “The enforcer is skilled, but not even he can get through the magic.”

“I don’t want him to try to slip through,” he corrected in impatient tones. “He gave Molly a bracelet.”

Myst glanced toward him, her expression confused. “It’s beautiful, but I don’t know how it will help.”

“It has a tracking device,” he said.

She blinked in shock. Understandable. Most four-year-old girls weren’t tagged with a GPS.

“Good Lord,” she breathed.

Bas shrugged. “After she was kidnapped he wanted to make sure we could always find her.”

There was a short silence before Myst released a shaky breath, her fingers pressed to her lips as she struggled to hold back her tears.

“I could kiss that male,” she breathed.

Bas reached to tuck a silver curl behind her ear. “No kisses,” he warned her. “But he’s going to get one hell of a Christmas bonus.”

Lana pulled out her phone, shoving it in his hand. “Here.”

He pressed in Kaede’s number only to hesitate when he was struck by a sudden thought. Lifting his head, he watched as Lana moved toward a monitor built into the wall.

“His phone won’t work in Valhalla,” he pointed out.

Turning on the monitor, she tapped in her private password to call up the security system. A few more taps and she turned to glance toward Bas.

“It should work now,” she said. “I’ve lowered the dampening field so you can contact him.”

Completing the number, Bas turned from the expectant gazes as he pressed the phone to his ear.

There was an audible click as the call was completed, but the enforcer didn’t speak, clearly suspicious of being contacted by an unknown number.

“Kaede, it’s Bas,” he assured his friend. “I need