“Yegor’s getting away!” Sawyer shouted over the radio.
He had no doubt Yegor would head straight for the aerial tram and probably kill Brielle along the way. She might work for Yegor, but apparently, she wasn’t that valuable anymore.
Over the gunfire going on around him, Sawyer heard Adriana screaming for Kristoff to get down and vaguely remembered that was the name of her boyfriend. He assumed that meant some of the captives had gotten free and had come into the room. Somewhere in the midst of the fighting, Erin shouted over the radio for Rory again and again, wanting to know why their teammate wasn’t responding. Sawyer hated like hell to go there, but he knew it was probably because Rory had already been killed. They hadn’t heard a word from him since the shit hit the fan.
Over by the doors, Seamus suddenly disappeared. Sawyer barely had a chance to wonder where the hell he’d gone when the damn guy popped back into existence next to the big green shifter, where the creature was still brawling with Caleb. Sawyer cursed, expecting Seamus to go after Caleb with the knife, but instead he slapped a hand against the creature’s shoulder. A split second later, both Seamus and the shifter disappeared into thin air, leaving Caleb standing there in shock.
Sawyer stared in disbelief. He hadn’t realized Seamus could do that.
It took less than thirty seconds for the last of the guards to realize the fight was over. They dropped their weapons and lifted their hands in the air, giving up. Jake shouted something about tying them up as Sawyer shoved his way through them to get to the doors. He sprinted for the aerial tram, Harley and Erin right behind him.
Yegor and the green shifter were already on the tram, Brielle lying on the ground, unconscious. Seamus must have gone back to grab Adriana because he was dragging her into the car. Surely, he knew how close he was to getting fried right then.
But right as blue sparks began to dance over Adriana’s skin, the guy in the leather jacket burst out a side door and raced over to them. Punching Seamus, he shoved him into the tram just as it pulled away from the station. Wrapping an arm around Adriana, he urged her off to the side.
The moment Adriana was clear of their line of fire, Sawyer, Harley, and Erin started shooting, scattering the few goons who’d been left behind by their boss. Sawyer didn’t blame them for bailing when it was obvious the Ukrainian didn’t care if they lived or died. But whether they realized it or not, even the few seconds they’d held their ground were enough to allow the tram to slide a few hundred meters down the cable.
Sawyer brought his submachine gun up to his shoulder, slowing his breathing and sighting in on the glass-enclosed car carefully. There was nothing but glass between him and Yegor, and that wasn’t going to be enough to keep that bastard alive this time. But he had to make the shot before the car was out of range.
Ignoring the tingles he suddenly felt all over his body, he started to squeeze the trigger when a blur of movement appeared in front of him, blocking his view. Sawyer only had a fraction of a second to realize it was Seamus, popping into existence centimeters away from him, before a searing pain erupted in his chest.
Harley’s scream echoed in Sawyer’s ears as he stumbled back. Confused, he looked down and saw the knife sticking out of the center of his chest. Bloody hell, that hurt like a son of a bitch. Seamus had shown up long enough to shove a knife through his chest before popping back into the moving tram. The bloody fucking bastard waved at them as the car continued to descend, already too far away for the rounds Erin was busy firing at it to do any damage.
Then Harley was there, yanking the knife out of his chest even as Erin turned and stared at him in complete horror. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Adriana throwing herself in front of the guy with the leather jacket, purposely putting her body between him and the rest of the team that had shown up.
“Don’t shoot!” she shouted, sparkles of electricity covering her skin, making her hair float up around her like it had when she’d zapped Harley. “He’s my boyfriend!”
Sawyer didn’t have a second to wonder how the hell that was even possible because Erin’s face was suddenly in his, eyes furious. He didn’t understand why until he realized she was looking at his fangs and claws.
“You’re one of them,” she accused, her expression rolling through a dozen different emotions before finally settling on anger. “You’re a frigging werewolf!”
Bloody hell.
There was no way he was going to be able to talk himself out of this one.
Chapter 12
Harley slowly walked down the steps of the safe house, absently following her nose toward the wonderful smell of fresh coffee coming from the first floor. She’d gotten a grand total of an hour and fifteen minutes of sleep before the sound of her teammates’ voices woke her up. While she’d like nothing more than to turn around and crawl back in bed for a few more hours, she couldn’t.
She’d expected everything to boil over at some point, but she’d been hoping everyone would wait until after breakfast. Or brunch, she supposed, considering it had already been after eight in the morning by the time they’d all arrived at the safe house the support team had set up for them on the southern outskirts of Athens. But apparently, that was too much to ask.
As she walked down the hall to the kitchen, Harley wondered if there was any chance they could put their differences aside and focus on the reason STAT and MI6 were still in Greece this morning
