And then . . .
Bad, bad things were going to happen.
Avoiding a punch aimed at his chin, he charged forward, ramming his larger form into Dylan’s slender body. Together they hit the ground with enough impact to rattle Niko’s teeth and knock the air from his lungs.
She jerked her head backward, making him see stars as she connected with his chin. Then, when he maintained his grim hold, she turned her head to sink her sharp teeth into his forearm.
“Shit, Dylan,” he growled.
“Let me go,” she demanded.
He ignored the pain of his torn flesh. “Not a chance in hell.”
“Then we’ll both die.”
“You’re in no position to threaten—” He forgot what he was going to say as she twisted to the side, managing to lift her arm far enough to press a button on her homemade weapon. A clock appeared on a digital panel, the numbers counting backward. “What have you done?”
“Every evil villain has a way to self-destruct,” she jeered. “Unless you release me then we both go boom.”
He believed her.
Dylan might be crazy as a hatter, but she didn’t bluff.
If she said the thing was going to self-destruct, then that’s exactly what it was going to do.
The question was whether he held on or risked letting her go so she could disarm the weapon. He wasn’t a martyr. Not by a long shot, but he knew if he let go of Dylan there was no guarantee that she wouldn’t escape. Or even manage to kill him with her stun-gun-from-hell.
Hearing the sound of his name, he lifted his head to see Arel standing at the back of the trailer with a struggling Angela in his arms.
She was clearly trying to break free so she could get to him, even knowing she was no match for a Sentinel.
And in that moment his decision was made.
The fragile, precious female would never be safe so long as Dylan lived.
And if that meant he had to sacrifice himself in the bargain . . . then it was a price he would pay without regret.
“Then we both die,” he said, his gaze glued on Angela as time ran out.
Angela hadn’t wanted to sneak out the back door with Arel. Not when she heard Niko baiting the deranged female Sentinel.
The aggravating man was risking his own life so she could be rescued.
But Arel hadn’t given her much choice as he’d simply grabbed her by the waist and hauled her down the narrow hall and out the door. It wasn’t until they rounded the trailer to see Niko on the ground with Dylan that Arel came to an abrupt halt, as transfixed as Angela by the sight of the two warriors lying so still.
Something was happening.
Something . . . terrible.
Futilely trying to squirm out of Arel’s ruthless grasp, she turned her head to glare at her captor in frustration.
“Dammit, what are you doing? We have to help him.”
Arel’s handsome features looked as if they’d been carved from granite. “He made me swear to keep you safe.”
“I don’t care, I—”
She was still turned toward Arel when an explosion sent them both tumbling to the ground.
“Shit,” Arel rasped, already on his feet and racing across the pavement before Angela managed to regain her senses.
Holy crap.
With her ears ringing and her skin raw from being peppered by the barrage of small stones and shattered glass that had been caught in the blast, she lurched upright, her blurry gaze immediately searching for Niko.
He was still on the ground, but Dylan—or at least what was left of the female Sentinel—had been blown several feet away. Arel was standing over her, his face twisted with an odd combination of fury and sorrow as he bent to pick up the weapon that lay beside her ruined body.
That bit of twisted metal had to have been the source of the explosion, but Angela didn’t give a shit about the how or even the why.
She just needed to know that Niko was okay.
Falling to her knees at his side, she reached to brush her hand over his cheek.
“Niko,” she breathed, a savage pain clawing at her heart as she felt the heat rapidly draining from his skin.
Arel crossed to kneel next to her, the force of his anger a tangible sizzle in the air as he gently turned Niko onto his back to reveal the gaping wound that marred his chest.
“Goddamn that bitch.”
Angela’s fingers frantically moved to Niko’s throat. She was unable to look at his bloody, torn flesh.
“I can’t find a pulse,” she said on