Chapter Twenty-Seven

Two days later, Razor stepped into Night’s office and immediately felt the deadly stillness of the room.

“The wards Romina set up just went off. Someone in glamour is in the club,” Night informed them as soon as the door had closed behind Sasha. He was sitting behind his desk, a stony-faced Edge standing over his shoulder, glaring down at the computer monitor.

“Fucking finally,” Razor said as he and Sasha took positions in front of the desk.

It had only been two days, but it felt as if they’d been waiting for longer. While he’d been juggling his responsibilities on the streets, and still under orders from Edge not to disclose anything to the commanders until they knew who the fake was, Razor had worked himself into near exhaustion. He’d also implemented security changes to several soldier bases on his own. It had been fucking hard doing it without raising question from his commanders. Good thing they knew how anal Razor could be and hadn’t even questioned his motives.

Hearing that this could all end today had the effect of an adrenaline shot.

“Can you see who triggered it?” Sasha asked, sneaking a peek at the monitor.

Edge shook his head. “Unfortunately, no. The wards are only alarms. They can’t identify suspects. It could be anyone, anywhere.” He growled. “We don’t have time to go through the security feeds, so we won’t know who we’re looking for until the counter-spell is activated.”

Fucking Hellfire. That would be risky. The club was filling up with people as they spoke. Going after Valtu without prior knowledge of whose face she was wearing could be disastrous.

“So, Plan B, then?” His blood was beginning to rush through his veins, anticipation making his fangs ache.

Night made a sound of annoyance. “We have a full house tonight, so we’ll have to do this without raising her suspicions or alarming the crowd. I don’t want a bloody stampede. That’ll only lead to lots of people dying versus only a few unlucky ones. Most importantly, though, it would lead to more damage to my club.”

Edge patted Night on the back and walked out from behind the desk. “We go in, spread out, activate the counter-spell, and hope for no casualties.”

Casualties were bad, but not taking this chance meant more of Valtu’s shit, which would lead to even more fatalities down the line.

Night stood. “Miguel is quietly evacuating civilians as we speak. We can’t deny admittance since that could tip her off. But he’s stopped the line from advancing with the excuse of a broken cash register. Let’s try to keep the bloodshed to a minimum.”

“We can try to keep as many of them alive as we can, but Valtu won’t care,” Edge said. “She will try to use your sympathy to gain an advantage. She will find your weak spot and exploit it. Keep that in mind when you’re out there trying to save someone’s life instead of taking what could be our only shot at her.”

“Well, okay, now that Edge has given us the green light to kill anyone who gets in our way, I have some goodies for you,” Night said, and opened the closet doors. Pushing aside the suits that hung neatly on velvet covered hangers, he revealed a metal door. After entering a code in the small screen above the handle, the door swooshed open.

“Oh fuck, I think I just got a little hard.” Razor took a moment to drink in the collection of weapons.

“Down, boy,” Sasha said, petting his back.

Sin laughed as he walked over and pulled out two katanas, his weapons of choice. “I understand the feeling, Raz,” he murmured, his tattooed hand running lovingly over the sheathed blade.

Striding over, Razor reached for a leather strap, and buckled it around his hips. He slipped several blades into the sheaths, then grabbed some extra ammo since he’d already had his rifle strapped to his back. Sasha moved in next to him, the heat of her body, combined with all the metal, sending a nice little jolt to his dick.

I will not touch her. I will not touch her, he chanted in his head.

She chose a handgun and a long blade, testing the blade before grabbing a leather belt and strapping it on. As if she’d read his lascivious thoughts, the brat brushed against him as she passed, her hand making brief contact with his cock.

He chuckled, shaking his head and giving her a look that promised payback.

Night made a bigger show of it, of course. He removed and hung up his tailored coat before rolling up the sleeves of his deep blue button-up. He strapped two curved blades to his back, pocketing a few spell pouches from his personal collection. “Gifts from Romina,” Night explained. Personally, Razor was lot more comfortable with his steel and Kremortium weapons than with magical ones. At least he knew what his rifle and sabers would do if he used them wrong. Not so much with the magic stuff.

Edge was the only one who hadn’t needed any additional weapons. Under his black pants and gray long-sleeved T-shirt, he always carried a small arsenal. That wasn’t even counting the weapons clearly on display across his chest. The custom leather harness was packed down with Edge’s favorite black daggers.

“Who’s activating the counter-spell?” Razor inquired. They only had one, so they’d have to make it count.

Edge was already by the door. “Sin has the spell. He’ll activate it. If you see Valtu first, let him know through the link.”

They all nodded in agreement.

“All right, let’s get this party started.” Night smiled, showing off sharp fangs.