He knew she was alive, that
wasn’t the issue. He was livid they’d gotten the drop on him
and took her. It was his job to protect her and he’d failed.
Since she wasn’t moving, he
figured she was still unconscious. The van continued for
another two hours before it pulled at a small roadside
motel. The men parked before a door and instead of going to
the office, they went straight in. So they’ve already
been here waiting. He grumbled as one of the men carried
her from the van into the room. The door closed and he heard
the lock engage. Like that will do you any good.
He lowered to the ground,
retaking his human form. The rain-heavy clouds kept him
hidden. He covered the distance without his feet landing on
the grass or gravel mix.
Lian never slowed as he blew
the door open. The men would see a mass of grayish-green
swirling clouds. And that’s what he stepped from. He walked
to the one who’d carried her—the other man went down with a
flick of his wrist. Lian’s blood had been replaced by raw
“What the fu—?”
“You took the wrong woman.
She is mine.