Bane's Choice (Vampire Motorcycle Club #1) - Alyssa Day Page 0,95

the blood sharing after the attack. “Bane, I’ll go to your room and watch over your angel girl.”

He could feel two warring urges inside himself. Should he go wipe these necromancers off the face of the planet or stay and be sure Ryan was safe?

She could only be safe if the necros were gone. He’d deal with the imminent daddy issues later.

“We’ll take the bikes,” Bane said. The other two couldn’t fly, at least not far, and he wanted them to stay together, in case of ambush.

“Should we call any of our vampire club members? Some of them are scary motherfuckers,” Luke said.

“Not for this. None of them are scary enough to face necros. Warlocks, maybe, but not this. And if the Chamber sent many more than these two we know about, we’re all fucked,” Bane said grimly, voicing the threat he hadn’t wanted to acknowledge.

If the Chamber came in real force, they might all be dead in a matter of days. But he’d sure as hell take as many of them as he could with him. Luke and Edge said nothing, no doubt silenced by the specter of an army of warlocks.

“I’d hoped those unholy bastards had decided to stay in Europe after the last time we stopped them from invading,” he admitted as they headed down the stairs.

Luke snorted. “Fucking Brexit.”

Bane grinned. Sometimes black humor was the only kind that would do.

“Speaking of unholy.” Edge aimed a narrow look at him. “What the hell are you going to do about Ryan? If the warlocks figure out what she is, they’ll never stop coming after her. Nephilim blood would fuel their rituals for years.”

“If they kept her alive,” Luke growled. “Imagine what power killing a Nephilim would give them.”

“They’ll never get their hands on her,” Bane told them, his voice ice. “We’re going to kill them. Tonight.”

They headed out to the bikes, and then three of the deadliest predators to ever set foot in Savannah went hunting.

…

Six hours later, though, they had to admit defeat.

The warlocks, wherever they were holed up, had covered their tracks very well. Everyone they asked claimed to know nothing and then, when compelled to answer, gave the same response.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

The Wolf Pack alpha called and reported the same. “Not a clue. Nobody knows. And my wolves that they infected are trying to kill us, each other, and themselves, in spite of the restraints. I’m still trying to break the binding myself, but it doesn’t look promising. We need to kill Sylvie, or Constantin, or both of them, and we need to do it now.”

“My thoughts exactly.” Bane hung up and shook his head. “Nothing.”

“I need to get to my computers,” Edge told them.

They stood in the ruins of the Noble Jones house on the Isle of Hope, eight miles south of Savannah. It had been a last-ditch effort, since they knew the wolves liked to run the marshes of Jones Narrows at night during the full moon, so they’d thought maybe the necros had found it.

No luck.

Again.

“How will computers help?” Luke asked Edge, who just grunted.

Bane knew better than to even ask. The former government scientist was a wizard with those things, working his own kind of magic on the internet’s darkest corners. If there was intel to be found, he’d find it.

“Nice place, this,” Bane said, inhaling the fresh night air.

“Maybe you can bring your lovely doctor to a twilight picnic here sometime,” Luke said, sarcasm dripping from every word. “You know, right before her daddy shows up and smites us?”

“Shut the fuck up about smiting,” Bane said. “You should have seen her tonight. She went after one of those shifters with a tiny little scalpel.”

Luke shook his head in disbelief. “What? A cut from a blade that small would heal on a werewolf in a minute or two.”

“She didn’t know that. And she got his carotid on the first try. All she knew was that they were trying to kill her and Meara, and she was determined not to let that happen. She’s incredible. She tried to pull the same trick on the necromancer. That’s when the woman blasted her with blood magic. Defending herself from that is what seems to have unlocked Ryan’s power.”

Edge brushed his hands off on his pants and then headed back to the bikes. “Yeah. She’s brave, I’ll give you that. But she’s also Nephilim. So, on one hand, she’s incredible, but then on the other hand, there’s the smiting. You need to clear the fuck