“What do you think he’s going to do?” the man asked, his smile never wavering as he observed Logan being intercepted by a cluster of men dressed entirely in ck.
Her heart skipped. Eyes wide, she turned just in time to see thest sliver of the car’s shadow vanish beneath the airport’s towering canopy. Only then did it hit her–they were at an airport. The realization struck with eerie rity, like a puzzle piece snapping into ce.
Something about that car had unsettled her from the beginning. It wasn’t just its movement–it was how the interior had been cloaked in near–total darkness, despite the harsh daylight outside.
The windows weren’t just tinted; they were like voids, swallowing all light and refusing to reveal even the vaguest outline of whaty beyond them. The shade hadn’t just blocked her view. It had isted her like she was suspended in a silent, moving prison.
And now it was gone. She could clearly see everything outside.
“What do you think you’re doing?” she demanded, her voice sharp.
“Rx,” he said with a cool smile. “He won’t be able to see you. But sadly your scent it’s pretty strong. It’s something…” He trailed off as if the idea amused him.
“Scent?” Emery’s brow furrowed. Her gaze shifted back to him. He didn’t look afraid–or even irritated. If anything, he looked entertained, like he was in on a secret she hadn’t been told.
“You’re not the least bit curious?” he asked, leaning in slightly. “Don’t you want to know what kind of beast you’re carrying?”
She clenched her jaw. She didn’t know what this man was up to. “Look, your business with Logan has nothing <i>to </i>do with me and my child.”
However, the man simply chuckled. “Well… if you’re curious-” The man’s smirk faded the moment he heard the sharp, guttural crack of a shoulder dislocating, followed by a scream.
Emery’s eyes widened as she turned back to the window.
Logan was no longer just pushing people.
Heunched one of the men backward with a single arm–like he weighed nothing. The body flew through the air and mmed into a baggage cart, denting the metal on impact. Another tried to rush him with a baton. Logan caught it mid–swing, and with a twist of his wrist, bones snapped audibly. The man crumpled to the ground, howling in pain.
Thest one didn’t even get the chance to scream.
Logan grabbed him by the front of his shirt and hurled him over the hood of a parked vehicle. The windshield shattered beneath the impact, ss raining like ice.
He didn’t slow.
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His strides were brutal. Each step cracked the pavement beneath his boots. The SUV doors flung open as airport security attempted to intervene–but the moment they caught sight of his eyes, they froze.
They weren’t brown anymore.
Not even close.
His irises burned gold–molten, sharp, inhuman. Pupils thinned into slits, like a predator zeroing in on prey. Veins along his forearms pulsed darker, thicker–his muscles expanded visibly beneath his rolled sleeves, stretching the fabric taut. He wasn’t just angry.
He was feral.
The ss between Emery and him suddenly didn’t feel thick enough.
Her breath hitched. She could feel it now–the energy rippling through the air. Not heat. Not vibration. Something else. Power. Ancient and undiluted. It moved like static against her skin, prickling her arms even through her clothes. It wasn’t unpleasant or anything but it made her want to bow her head, it was supressing her.
The man across from her sat frozen, though the cocky glint in his eye hadn’t entirely faded. “How feral…” he muttered under his breath, watching as Logan tore through the guards like paper. “Isn’t he afraid?” His voice carried a strange mix of admiration and condescension. “That his delicate little human bride will discover what he truly is?”
Emery didn’t respond.
But her mind was racing.
Human. That word again. They kept using it, even Logan had let it slip more than once. So had others. It had always been casual, subtle. Like an inside joke, she wasn’t meant to understand. But now? Coupled with the terrifying strength she’d just witnessed, the pieces started falling into ce.
No ordinary man could do what Logan had just done.
No human could.
And whatever stood in front of her now wasn’t flinching at the disy. Not in fear, at least. But in recognition.
Her heart pounded when she recalled how he had saved her couple of times.
She slowly turned back to the man in the suit, her voice quiet but steady. “What are you?”
The smile returned, faint but unmistakable. He turned his gaze to her, amusement flickering in those cool eyes. “You mean… me?” he asked as if the question were apliment. “Or the beast that knocked my men out of orbit?”
Emery didn’t blink. “Both.”
He chuckled under his breath, then leaned back against the velvet seat, his fingers steepled. “Well,” he said lightly. “He’s exactly what you think he is, something ancient. Dangerous. Born from a bloodline that
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shouldn’t have survived this long. And me?” He tilted his head. “Let’s just say… I’m just some passerby who saw something that was concerning. Just a simple citizen who wanted to make the world a little bit better.”
Her blood ran cold.
He leaned forward then, voice dropping an octave. “But the real question, Ms. Vaughn, is not what we are.”
He lifted a hand slowly and pointed a single finger at her chest. “It’s what you’re bing. Carrying this child would kill you. Humans simply aren’t strong enough to handle the blood of a supernatural being. Obviously, Logan wouldn’t tell you this. Only I would have the courage to do so<b>, </b>after all, I am just a small concern citizen.”
Before she could speak, the roof above them groaned–metal buckling under sudden weight. Emery’s breath caught <b>as </b><b>ws</b><b>–</b>actual ws<b>–</b>sank through the ceiling, tearing it open like cardboard.
The man didn’t even flinch.
“I guess story time’s over,” he said, unbuttoning his coat with a sigh. “You’re about to get your answers, whether you want them or not.”
Then the ceiling ripped open.
AD