"And now we're in a jail-type situation. Waiting on my evil adopted monster to come kill the guys and siphon my magic. And they - well, we - did not live happily every after. The End," Kiema finished her tale with a weak laugh.
"I'm glad you don't mind standing or laying down, honey. Your ass is mine," I growled low over the mental connection she'd forced open with her banshee screams.
"Get me out of here, and you can claim my ass anytime you want, Saint baby."
My dick gave a half-hearted jerk at her words. I was too fucking upset and scared to think about her ass in anything but disciplinary terms right now.
"I can get her tracker data. See where she's at. If she's far enough away from Juan, I can detonate him. She might be able to escape in the panic," Xander offered.
"Do it. Now," I growled.
He shot me a scowl; brows arched high over his dark eyes..
"Please." I sighed. "Thanks, brother."