Logan (Chosen Champions #1) - Macy Blake Page 0,88
you.”
Logan loaded Gideon into the back of the truck, and Taj slid in beside him. Scout scrambled into the driver’s seat and started the engine.
“Alpha, Coal can carry you. Go.”
Aleron and Dasan both shifted, and Logan quickly leaped onto Coal’s back. It wasn’t the first time he’d ridden this way, but it was the most terrifying.
He had no idea what he’d find when they reached the warehouse. They’d been drawn away from Bailey.
“Oracle.” For the first time, he didn’t get a response. “Shit. Our comms aren’t working.”
He hadn’t noticed in the heat of the moment while rescuing Gideon. Normally the oracle’s voice would have been in his ear, but this time it wasn’t.
Logan snarled and leaned further into Coal’s back, trying to reduce any wind resistance caused by his body. If it got them to Bailey a split second sooner, it would be worth it.
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Bailey
Norman came around the doorway ready to attack, but he wasn’t expecting the staff. Bailey managed to catch him on the arm, then immediately smashed the other end of the staff into his head. Norman grabbed Bailey’s arm and wrenched it to the side.
Bailey screamed but kept hold of the staff. He jerked it free and jabbed the end into Norman’s stomach. That gave him a little breathing room, so he bolted for the stairs once more. He really didn’t want to be trapped in the apartment.
This time, though, Norman was on his heels. He grabbed Bailey’s hair, but Bailey wasn’t going to get smashed in the face again. He spun and slammed the staff into Norman’s side. He crashed into the wall in the process, the narrow hallway not giving him enough space to maneuver, but he kept moving.
“I’m going to make you hurt so good. It’ll be nice feeding from you.”
The fuck it would.
Bailey used the staff as leverage and spun around once more. He made it out the door and into the training walls, but Norman wasn’t going to fall for his trick again. He heard a thud as one of them clanged to the floor.
The sound sent a shot of terror through him, that familiar clang that had set off his panic attack before. But because of it, he’d learned the truth about Logan. Bailey was the mate of an alpha.
What would Logan do?
Bailey darted through the doorway again, this time making it to the corner where they stashed their things when they came into the warehouse. His backpack hung there, ready for the next time he headed out.
He opened the front pocket and pulled out Ashley’s favorite sunshine and mimosa spray. When Norman ran for him, Bailey opened the bottle and flung it at him.
It only slowed Norman down for a second, but Bailey had picked up a few things from his time with his pack. They hunted by scent, and Bailey wasn’t going to make that easy for Norman. He didn’t know if the same rules were true for an incubus—Taj had mentioned they had some enhanced senses, but Bailey hadn’t questioned him as to which ones. He’d honestly hoped it wouldn’t ever be an issue again.
He ran for the back of the warehouse, to the breaker boxes, the scent of body spray permeating the air. Keep moving. Don’t be an easy target. Bailey needed to keep his options open and to make things harder for Norman. He couldn’t outrun him forever.
But he didn’t need forever. His pack would come.
He killed the lights, leaving only the dim glow of the emergency exit sign. It gave him enough light to see by, especially since he knew where to hide. But hopefully it would put Norman at a disadvantage. Bailey knew his way around the warehouse, including the new layout. Did Norman?
Survive.
That’s all he had to do. Before he could make another move, Norman lunged at him, roaring as his frustration grew. Bailey’d seen Logan handle situations like this. If he’s thinking with his emotions, he’s not thinking at all.
Bailey dropped to one knee and swung the staff. It caught Norman’s knee, but not where it would cause any real damage. Norman got in a hit, punching Bailey in the face. He fell backward, twisting his ankle in the process, but he continued the movement and rolled back to his feet.
Keep moving. Don’t make yourself an easy target.
Bailey darted away again, using the darkness as cover. His ankle ached, but he refused to think about it. Norman wasn’t far behind. Bailey honestly wasn’t sure how long he could keep this up.