don't worry, one way or the other we'll get Bella back. I love you.” He hung up and pulled on the heavy weight of his trench coat.
As he shot out into the hall, he ran into Phury, who was in leather and fully armed.
“What the fuck is going on?” Zsadist came down the corridor. “I get this hot and bothered message from V about a female—”
“Bella's been taken by the lessers,” Rhage said, checking his Glock.
A cold draft came out of Z like a blast. “What did you say?”
Rhage frowned at the brother's intensity. “Bella. Mary's friend.”
“When?”
“Don't know. Butch and Mary are at her house—”
Just like that, Zsadist was gone.
Rhage and Phury were right behind him, dematerializing to Bella's. The three of them ran up the farmhouse's front steps together.
Mary was in the kitchen, right by Butch who was checking out something on the floor. Rhage thundered over and grabbed on to her, holding her against him so hard their bones met.
“I'm going to take you home,” he murmured into her hair.
“Mercedes's back at her place,” Butch said as he rose from the black stains he'd been looking at. He tossed a set of keys at Rhage.
Phury cursed while righting a chair. “What've we got?”
The cop shook his head. “I think they took her alive, based on this pattern of scorched streaks to the door. Her blood trail burned up when the sun hit it—”
Even before Butch stopped short and glanced at Mary, Rhage started for the door with her. The last thing she needed was to hear the god-awful details.
The cop continued, “Besides, she's no use to them dead—Zsadist? You okay, man?”
In passing, Rhage glanced over his shoulder at Z.
Z was in a shaking fury, his face twitching along the scar under his left eye. Hell, he looked as if he were going to blow up, except it was hard to believe the capture of a female would matter one way or the other to him.
Rhage paused. “Z, what's doing?”
The brother turned away as if he didn't want to be seen, then leaned closer to the window he was in front of. With a low growl, he dematerialized.
Rhage glanced outside. All he could see was Mary's barn across the field.
“Let's go,” he said to her. “I want you out of here.”
She nodded and he gripped her arm, leading her from the house. They said nothing as they walked quickly through the grass.
Just as they stepped onto her lawn, glass shattered with a crash.
Something—someone—was thrown out of Mary's house. Right through the slider.
As the body bounced on the terrace, Zsadist jumped through the opening, fangs bared, face contoured with aggression. He launched himself onto the lesser, catching the thing by the hair and lifting its torso off the ground.
“Where is she?” the brother snarled. When the thing didn't answer, Z switched his hold and bit it on the shoulder, right through its leather coat. The slayer howled in pain.
Rhage didn't stick around to watch the show. He raced Mary around the side of the house, only to run into two more lessers. Forcing her behind him, he protected her with his body while he went for his gun. Just as he got it into firing position, popping sounds rang out from the right of him. Bullets whizzed by his ear and pinged into the house and hit him in the arm and the thigh and…
He'd never been so glad to have the beast emerge. He threw himself into the vortex with a roar, embracing the change, welcoming the flash of heat and the explosion of his muscles and bones.
As a blast of energy came out of Rhage, Mary was thrown against the house, her head snapping back and banging into the clapboards. She slid to the ground, dimly aware of a huge presence taking Rhage's place.
There were sounds of more gunshots, screams, a deafening roar. Dragging herself over the ground, she hid behind a juniper bush just as someone turned the outdoor lights on.
Holy… Christ.
It was the tattoo come to life: a dragonlike creature covered with iridescent purple and lime-green scales. The thing had a slashing tail with barbs, long yellow claws, and a wild black mane. She couldn't see the face, but the sounds it was making were horrific.
And the beast was deadly, making quick work of the lessers.
She covered her head with her arms, unable to watch. She hoped like hell the beast wouldn't notice her, and that if it did, it would remember who she was.
More roaring.