Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,79

injured,” he at last murmured, his slender hand waving toward one of the monitors that showed a dozen Brothers chained to beds in the infirmary. “There were a few idiots who tried to resist, but they were easily convinced to surrender.” He abruptly grimaced. “Unfortunately, when we found the clairvoyant he had a bullet in his head.”

Lana clenched her hands. Damn. She’d been counting on a long, highly informative meeting with the traitor. Not only to discover if he’d had a vision of the weapon that Myst was supposed to create, but to gain some insight into the inner workings of the Brotherhood.

So far they were playing catch-up with the mysterious cult.

The scribes were attempting to collect any historical references, while Wolfe’s Sentinels were doing their best to infiltrate the group. But until they knew names, locations, and the various plots to destroy Valhalla, her people were at risk.

An unacceptable situation.

“Suicide?” she demanded.

Wolfe gave a shake of his head. “I would guess the female did it.”

Lana arched a brow. “Why?”

He leaned against the edge of the table, folding his arms over his chest. Her mouth went dry at the sight of the thin material of his shirt stretched tight over his hard muscles.

“Maybe she realized her compound was compromised and she didn’t want him sharing secrets,” he murmured.

She sternly forced herself to focus on his low words. “You don’t sound convinced.”

He shrugged. “If she knew we were there, why didn’t she try to escape?” he pointed out. “Instead she took the time to kill the clairvoyant and then waited for us to show up in her bedroom.” He glanced over his shoulder at the monitor that revealed a pretty woman sitting alone in a narrow room. “Hell, it looked like she’d just put on fresh lipstick.”

Lana studied the leader of the Brotherhood.

She was younger than she’d expected her to be. But then Lana leaned closer, noticing the pretty heart-shaped face that was framed by long auburn hair and enchanting blue eyes. Her voluptuous curves were boldly displayed and her wide lips set in a sulky pout.

Ah. Now she could see why the Brothers followed her.

She looked like she’d just waltzed out of the Playboy Mansion.

Sometimes males were so pathetically predictable.

Straightening, she met Wolfe’s intimate smile. He’d clearly read her thoughts.

She rolled her eyes, refusing to be distracted.

“Have you searched the compound?” she demanded.

“We did,” Wolfe assured her. “We found the usual stashes of drugs, alcohol, and porn.” His features tightened into a grim expression. “We also found a large bunker filled with contraband weapons.”

Lana felt a stab of fear. It couldn’t be a coincidence that each of the individual groups had managed to get their hands on weapons that’d either been banned by the government or were still in experimental stages.

Which meant they had a high-powered connection providing them with the lethal arsenals. Either a politician or military official.

“Where are they?”

Wolfe nodded his head toward the closed door on the other side of the room.

“My techies are inspecting them.” His expression remained grim. “There are a few I’ve never seen before, but they’re all dangerously sophisticated and designed specifically to hurt high-bloods.”

A chill spread through her body. They had to find the person, or more likely persons, responsible for arming the Brotherhood.

Eventually they were going to feel empowered enough to step out of the shadows and directly confront Valhalla.

Such a war might kill hundreds, if not thousands.

She would do everything in her power to prevent that from happening.

“Do you know where they’re coming from?”

“I intend to find out,” Wolfe promised in hard tones. “I’ll start my questioning tomorrow.”

“Why not now?” she asked, knowing he would have a reason for waiting.

Wolfe was very, very good at his job.

“I like to put prisoners on ice for a few hours,” he explained, a humorless smile curving his lips. “They can imagine far worse punishments than I could ever dream up.”

Yeah. She glanced toward the monitors where the men were pacing their cramped cells with obvious agitation. By morning they would no doubt be close to panic.

She shifted her attention to the dark-haired female. Unlike her followers she wasn’t revealing any hint of agitation. Instead she was stretched on the narrow cot, her gaze trained on the camera as if aware she was being watched.

Lana narrowed her eyes. “I want to speak to the leader.”

“Why?”

She turned her head to meet Wolfe’s curious gaze. “She’s the type of female who is an expert at using her beauty as a weapon.” The air abruptly tingled with