Byron Walsh appeared in that next instant. Dressed less formally than Turati, the Breed diplomat emerged from the cabin in a crisp white shirt with rolled-back sleeves and fawn-colored slacks. Although Walsh was formidable-looking, over six feet tall and heavily muscled, like all of their kind, his relaxed attire softened his edges.
Lastly…Jude, I’ll be matching you with Cassie.I understood that, too. Jude’s gift wasn’t offensive, so it would be best if she worked with someone like Cassie, whose gift of mind control could help protect her. Also, Cassie wasn’t the best fighter in terms of combat, whereas Jude was well-trained in that area so she would be good at watching her back.
Sam gave me a faint smile. Unfortunately, that leaves you without a partner. But that’s only for now. Three more will eventually join the squad, and one of those will be paired with you. During this battle, you’ll have Salem as your shadow anyway.That was true, so I didn’t mind so much that I was without a partner. As such, I was in a damn good mood when I got home. Salem, however, was in a very foul one. Must you be so miserable? I asked with a smile.He pulled me to him. I hated hurting you. It goes against every instinct I’ve got.
Aw, so sweet. I looped my arms around his waist. You wasn’t hurting me. You were helping me learn to protect myself against someone who gladly will. That’s important.He rested his forehead against mine. I don’t know if I can do it again.
Sure you can, because it’s working. Besides, Sam was right. You’ll go bat-shit crazy on anyone who hurts me, even if they are part of your squad.
He just grunted, clearly unhappy that I’d won that argument.His Breed senses pulled his attention toward a light-colored SUV that had just merged on to the opposite side of the highway. The vehicle was speeding almost as fast as he’d been. In a big f**king hurry to get somewhere.
She was inside the silver SUV. He knew it with total, marrow-chilling certainty.And whoever had her was going to have bleeding hell to pay if she’d been harmed in any way.
Lazaro yanked the steering wheel and sent the sedan roaring into the median. Grass and mud flew in all directions as he tore across the divider and launched his car into the traffic on the other side. He floored the pedal, tearing up the pavement as he tried to catch the bumper of the vehicle that held his woman.Flashing his lights, laying on the horn, he tried to get the attention of the vehicle bearing GNC diplomatic plates. It belonged to Byron Walsh, but Lazaro wasn’t certain who the Breed male was behind the wheel. But then, as he ran up alongside it briefly, he caught a glimpse of the driver. A cold, sickening recognition set in.