Chapter Twenty-Eight

When they entered the club, Razor cursed. There were so many people still milling around, even with Miguel quietly evacuating small groups.

People were everywhere, dancing, drinking, fucking. Too many people. He couldn’t see this going well for anyone. But as much as he hated the thought of innocents dying under his watch, he hated the other option a lot more.

Without another word, they spread out, each taking a different area of the club. Razor and Sasha slinked away as a team. His hand reached for hers even as his eyes coolly catalogued the room. He pulled her to him, his arm snaking around her waist, blending in with the rest of the crowd.

“I can barely see with all these people,” she said, her lips brushing his ear. “I thought they were evacuating everyone.”

Her arms went around his neck. By all appearances, they were just another couple on the dance floor.

Kissing her neck, he swayed them to the music. “I have a feeling quietly evacuating a packed club full of drunk, high, and horny people was harder than Night expected.”

Even as a low hum of arousal hit, he remained alert. So did Sasha. Her body was dancing, but her muscles said she was ready for anything.

He couldn’t help himself—he kissed her neck hotly. This time, her breath hitched a little. Razor grinned against her smooth skin. Payback, pretty girl.

After several minutes of dancing, they were on the other side of the dance floor when something made Razor pause.

He caught sight of Sin talking to someone, but it was the confused—and more than a little irritated—look on his brother’s face that raised red flags. From his angle, and with a wide support column in his way, he couldn’t see who the other person was.

He nudged Sasha, who got his meaning and quickly turned, pressing her back against his front. Razor’s chest filled with pride. His girl was awesome.

In their new position, they were still a couple dancing intimately, but now they both had a better view. He wrapped his arms around her waist and began to dance them through the crowd.

Where were Night and Edge? And what the fuck was Sin doing? They were supposed to be looking for Valtu, not chatting up the club-goers. Yet the closer he got to Sin, the clearer it became that something wasn’t right. His brother’s body language made more alarms go off in Razor’s head.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a flash of movement. He didn’t turn to see what it had been, because he was frozen, his gaze glued to Sin, as he finally caught sight of who was standing on the other side of the pillar.

Luka. What the fuck was he doing here?

Sin stepped back, shaking his head. Then his hand reached into his jean pocket, his narrowed eyes focused on the Shifter Alpha. Luka’s gaze burned with malice.

Urgency filled the pit of Razor’s stomach. He moved faster, Sasha going with him. In the short time it took to get where Sin and Luka were, the counter-spell was in Sin’s hand, his katana in the other.

The scent of his brother’s blood reached Razor, and then he saw the blood blossoming from a shallow cut on his forearm.

Then it all clicked.

A burst of light exploded from the pouch as Sin pressed it to his wound.

“No. It can’t…” Sasha trailed off as a circle of yellow light surrounded Luka. It pulsed bright and insistent around his body. The image of Luka flickered a few times before disappearing completely, leaving Valtu standing where Luka had just been.

A storm of emotions passed over Sin’s features.

Pain.

Fury.

Resolve.

Resignation.

They were all like punches to Razor’s heart.

Valtu put her arms out in a “you’ve got me” gesture. She smiled nastily. “Hello, lover.”