“Lucien?” she whispered.
He leaned over and kissed her. “Get dressed.”
He rose from the bed, and Callie scrambled to gather her clothes while he tugged on his jeans. She was pulling her shirt over her head when a loud knock reverberated against the door.
The sound caused her to jump as uneasiness crept through her belly. She had no idea what was on the other side, but she suspected their time here had come to an end.
Lucien checked to make sure Callie was dressed before he put his eye to the peephole. On the other side, he spotted Ronan looking back and forth down the walkway.
“It’s okay,” Lucien assured Callie. “It’s my friends.”
Despite his reassurance, disappointment filled her. Yep, their time here had come to an end, and she had no idea what would happen after this. They would go somewhere safer, he would return to his life, and she would…?
And that was the kicker of it all. She had no idea what she would do or what would become of her. Lucien wouldn’t turn her out on the street, but knowing that didn’t give her any answers or reassurance.
Lucien undid the locks and opened the door. Ronan’s burgundy eyes swung toward him, and his nostrils flared as he inhaled.
Lucien didn’t move as he waited for the leader of the Alliance, his king, to ascertain he wasn’t a Savage and this wasn’t a trap. It didn’t take Ronan long to realize he didn’t possess the reek of a Savage, and Ronan’s eyes warmed.
“Lucien,” he greeted as he stepped forward.
Lucien wasn’t quite sure how it happened, but somehow, they were embracing and slapping each other on the back. He couldn’t recall anything like this ever happening between them before. They were friends, but they’d never expressed such overt caring for each other before.
“It’s good to see you,” he said.
“It’s good to see you too,” Ronan said. “I didn’t think we’d ever see you again, at least not like this.”
“Neither did I.”
They released each other, and Ronan stepped back to rest his hands on Lucien’s shoulders. “We have a lot of catching up to do.”
“Yes, we do.”
Callie kept her hands clasped in front of her as she watched the men. The love between them was evident, but there was something a little awkward in their embrace; she doubted they did it often. From what Lucien told her, his friends were his family, but they didn’t share much about themselves.
Their bond was born of their necessity to fight the evil threatening to ravage the world. It was obvious when he talked about them that he loved them, but they kept their pasts to themselves. She suspected it was because many of them had memories they preferred to forget.
When they turned toward her, Callie lifted her chin and tried not to be intimidated by the man with the reddish-brown eyes. The power oozing from him crackled against her skin.
“Ronan, this is Callie,” Lucien introduced.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Ronan said.
“It’s nice to meet you too,” Callie said and was proud her voice didn’t quiver.
Ronan studied her for a minute before he turned to wave out the door. Callie’s nervousness increased when a man with auburn hair and a beautiful woman with dark blonde hair and striking violet eyes entered the room.
The man embraced Lucien, and they hugged before separating. The woman bowed her head to him in greeting but made no move to hug him.
“It’s good to see you alive,” Lucien said to Willow.
She smiled at him. “You also.”
Lucien inspected the bite marks on Willow and Declan’s necks. He lifted an eyebrow at his friend, and Declan smiled in return.
“You never know what kind of curveballs life is going to throw you,” Declan said.
Lucien held his hand out to Callie. “No, you don’t.”
Callie hesitated before approaching and taking his hand in hers. She held it a little too tight but then, she was a human surrounded by vampires who were all studying her with open curiosity.
“Callie, this is my friend, Declan, and his mate, Willow.”
He’d told her about vampire mates during one of their many conversations. He explained how Ronan had found his mate in a hunter and how they’d joined with the hunters to form the Alliance against the Savages.
He’d also told her about Declan and Willow. She knew Willow had been in the woods with him and she’d gotten away.
“Hi,” Callie greeted.
They both smiled at her, but their eyes were assessing as they ran over her. Callie threw back her shoulders and lifted her chin as she tried not to feel like a lab specimen beneath their inspection. She also found herself inspecting the bite marks on their necks; from what Lucien had told her, those bites were evidence of their mate bond.
When Willow broke into a smile that lit her beautiful face, Callie couldn’t help smiling back at her. Her attention shifted to Declan as he studied her with his striking, silver eyes. Those eyes shone with warmth, but something about them made her think he saw more of her than she wanted him to see. She almost stepped behind Lucien to hide from that insightful gaze, but she refused to back down.
“Is Kadence here too?” Lucien asked.
“No,” Ronan said. “And she’s not happy about it.”
“Who else is here?”
“Killean, Nathan, Saxon, Saber, Logan, and Asher. There are some other recruits here too.”
Lucien glanced out the open door, but he didn’t see any of the others. They were most likely hidden in strategic places that would allow them to attack if this had been a trap.
“What do you say we get out of here?” Declan asked.
Lucien wanted nothing more than to get Callie somewhere safe, but he wasn’t excited to leave. They’d found a small reprieve in this motel and discovered each other, but once they left, the harsh reality of his life would return.
He squeezed Callie’s hand and turned to face her. He sensed her uneasiness, but it didn’t show on her face when her eyes met his. “Are you ready?” he asked.
No, she was not ready, but she forced herself to smile as she replied, “Yes.”
Ronan, Declan, and Willow filed out the door in front of him. When Willow turned her back to him, Lucien frowned at the sword strapped to it. The red-orange stone in the hilt shone in the sun filtering over her as she strode across the parking lot to a black SUV.
“Where did she get the sword?” he asked Declan.
A vein throbbed in Declan’s temple as he replied, “That’s what the Savages were looking for in those tunnels when you were all ambushed. She took it from a hunter turned Savage named Derrick during a fight we had with him.”
“The Savages were in those tunnels searching for that sword?”
“Yes.”
“And now Willow has it.”
“Not only does she have it, but she’s the only one who can use it.”
“It’s a sword; we can all cut off someone’s head with it.”
There was something unreadable in Declan’s eyes when they met his again. Out of them all, Declan had always been the kindest; Lucien didn’t sense any of that from him now.
“It’s a lot more than a normal sword,” Declan said as he pulled a lollipop from his pocket, unwrapped it, and stuck it in his mouth.
Lucien couldn’t recall a time he’d ever heard such vitriol in Declan’s voice, but it oozed from him now. He also couldn’t remember a time any of them had ever shown such hatred toward a weapon. It made no sense, but it also made him wary of the sword.
“What happened to the two of you out there?” he asked.
“I’ll fill you in on the ride home,” Declan said.
“What exactly is that thing?”
Red flashed through Declan’s eyes when they met his. “That’s the million-dollar question.”