Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,99

was forgotten as Bas abruptly reached to wrap an arm around her waist, jerking her behind him as the door was shoved open.

It happened so quickly, Myst didn’t have a chance to stop Bas from playing the hero as the Mave and the Tagos stepped into the room.

Suddenly the heat was smothering as the two Sentinels glared at each other, the aggression prickling between them.

“What the hell is going on?” Bas growled.

Wolfe had instinctively shifted to place himself between Lana and Bas, missing the powerful witch’s expression of exasperation.

“Easy, assassin,” the leader of the Sentinels warned.

Stepping around the bristling male, Lana took command of the situation.

“We need to speak,” she informed them, her gaze narrowing as she took in Bas’s pallor. “You should sit before you fall.”

Bas squared his shoulders. “No.”

“Always so stubborn,” the Mave muttered.

Myst rolled her eyes. That had to be the understatement of the century.

Gently, Myst smoothed a hand down his back, offering a silent encouragement.

“Please, Bas,” she said in soft tones.

There was a tense pause, before Bas grudgingly moved to perch on the edge of the mattress.

“Fine, I’m sitting,” he snarled, his gaze latched onto Lana’s carefully expressionless face. “Now explain why we were locked in this room.”

Wolfe clenched his hands, but it was Lana who answered the sharp question.

“The leader of the Brotherhood managed to escape from her cell.”

Bas muttered a curse, his attention shifting to the rigid Tagos.

“A human escaped your infamous dungeons?” he rasped. “Sloppy.”

Lana grabbed Wolfe’s arm, almost as if she feared he might leap across the floor to smash his fist into Bas’s taunting face.

She probably wasn’t wrong.

Both males were on edge and ready for violence. It would take very little excuse for them to start pounding the crap out of each other.

“She had a hidden weapon that knocked out the electricity and disabled the guards,” Lana explained.

Bas returned his attention to the Mave, his expression grim.

“We have to get Myst out of here,” he warned.

Lana shook her head. “It’s too late.”

“Too late?” Bas snapped his brows together. “What does that mean?”

“Stella used the tunnels to reach the upper floors of Valhalla,” the Mave admitted.

Myst tensed. The leader of the Brotherhood was on the loose. Perhaps even headed in this direction.

God. She’d known it was a risk to return to Valhalla. Especially once she realized the Brotherhood was being held prisoner in the dungeons.

But she’d been desperate to save Bas. And equally desperate to see her daughter, so she’d used the psychic’s assurance that she needed to travel here to overcome her common sense.

Now her impetuous stupidity might have put them all in danger.

As if sensing her painful regret, Bas reached to grasp her hand, tightly squeezing her fingers.

“It can’t be that difficult to find one human woman and return her to the dungeons,” he pointed out in harsh tones.

Oddly Lana hesitated, sharing a glance with Wolfe before her gaze landed on Myst.

“We have a general idea where she is.”

Myst unconsciously stepped closer to Bas, an icy shiver shaking her body. She sensed that the prison escape was the least of the bad news.

“Where?” she demanded.

Lana held her troubled gaze. “Fifth floor.”

Fifth floor? Still unfamiliar with the vast labyrinth of floors that were dug deep into the ground, Myst didn’t immediately make the connection.

“That’s . . . oh my God.” She gave a cry of horror when she realized exactly why Lana had sought them out. It had nothing to do with Myst’s vision or the fear that the Brotherhood was about to get their hands on the mysterious weapon. “Molly.”

“Shit.”

With a flurry of movement, Bas was off the bed and charging toward the door. Halfway across the room, however, he was brought to a halt as Wolfe stepped in his path and wrapped his arms around him. There was a short, vicious struggle that might have ended with one of the males dead if Bas hadn’t been weakened from his injuries.

As it was, Wolfe managed to get Bas pinned to the wall, using his forearm across his throat to keep him in place.

Even then, Bas refused to concede defeat.

“Get out of my way, Tagos,” he rasped.

“Bas, wait.” Ignoring the very real potential for bloodshed, Lana moved to stand only inches from the males. Myst shook her head. Either the older woman was confident she could handle both Sentinels, or she had a death wish. “You need to hear what I have to say,” the Mave insisted, her gaze locked on Bas’s flushed face.

Myst wrapped her arms around her waist, her