a note of urgency - of tense impatience -
in the Order's leader. "Something is wrong," he guessed aloud. "Have there been developments concerning Dragos?"
Lucan muttered a dark curse. "Yeah, you could say that. We just found out he knows the compound's location. We assume he knows, that is. A few hours ago, Kellan Archer upchucked a tracking device. Gideon's analyzing it as we speak."
"The kidnapping was a ploy," Hunter said, putting the pieces together. It made logical sense now, the unprovoked attack on the civilians that had taken place over the course of the last week. "Dragos had to ensure the Order was sympathetic to the boy, so he killed his family and razed their Darkhaven. The youth needed to be isolated, leaving little choice but for the Order to take him into its protection."
"We walked right into it," Lucan remarked tightly. "I made the decision to break with protocol and bring the boy into the compound. Hell, I might as well have opened the goddamn door to Dragos and invited him inside."
Hunter had never heard regret from Lucan. If the Gen One elder ever had doubts, he'd not aired them to Hunter before now. That he did so only emphasized the seriousness of the situation.
"I know how Dragos operates," Hunter said. "I've seen the way he thinks, how he strategizes. The Archer youth has been in the compound for more than a couple of days - "
"Seventy-two hours," Lucan interjected.
Hunter had felt Corinne's gaze on him with the mention of Dragos's name. She listened quietly now, her pretty face stricken, bathed in greenish light from the dashboard of the idling sedan. Hunter could feel her dread like a chill as he continued speaking with Lucan. "Dragos had to know the device could not go undetected for very long. He will have already begun organizing for an attack, even before he put his ruse into motion. When he attacks, he will come at the compound in a way that will ensure the greatest damage to the Order."
"He's out for blood," Lucan replied. "My blood."
"Yes." Hunter knew from his time serving the power-crazed Dragos that this battle between him and the Order had turned into something personal. Dragos would seek to annihilate the obstacle standing in the way of his goals, but his rage would compel him to do it in a way that would inflict the deepest pain on Lucan Thorne and those under his charge. The Boston compound was safe for no one now, but there was no need for Hunter to say it. Lucan knew. His sober voice reverberated with the gravity of the situation, but his heavy silence was even more telling.
"There have been complications with my mission in Detroit," Hunter told him, a report that was answered with a deep, ripe curse. He gave Lucan a rundown of what had happened at the Darkhaven with Corinne and her family, from the suspicion he had that Victor Bishop was hiding something, to the revelation that had left Corinne's future in limbo but had netted the Order what could possibly be a lead on one of Dragos's past associates.
"Henry Vachon," Lucan said, testing the name Regina Bishop had given them. "I don't know him, but I'm sure Gideon can track the bastard down. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how important it is for us to exploit any lead on Dragos that we can."
"Of course," Hunter agreed.
"I'll have Gideon run an IID search for Vachon and get back to you with what we find. You should have intel within the hour," Lucan said. "What about Corinne? Is she still with you?"
"Yes," Hunter replied, glancing at her as he spoke. "She is with me in the car right now."
Lucan grunted. "Good. I want you to keep her close. As long as we're in chaos here at the compound, it's not a good idea for either one of you to come back right now."
Hunter scowled, still looking at Corinne's questioning face. "You're putting the female in my custody?"
"For the time being, I can't think of anywhere safer for her to be."
Despite the bad news that had hit the Order earlier that night, Lucan hadn't called off any of the assigned patrols. If anything, the mood around the compound had been stepped up a notch. Or twenty.
To Dante, it seemed as though the countdown clock on a time bomb had been activated in that instant Kellan Archer had coughed up Dragos's tracking device. Everyone understood what it meant, and