Page 5 of The Vampire's Storm
Or controlled it.
With a population of only ten million, versus the eight billion humans, due to their low fertility rate, if a war broke out there would be two options for the vampire race. In Logan’s opinion.
One, go to war aggressively and dominate the planet.
Two, be dominated.
That was the fundamental rule in nature.
“Brayden has taken off and we are unable to track him,” the king added.
The fuck?
Kurt and Marcus both tried to sit up abruptly and, like he’d done a few minutes earlier, wobbled.
“The hell do you mean?” Marcus growled.
“Goddamn it. Gone the fuck where?” Kurt cried.
“WE DON’T KNOW!” Craig boomed. This time, the commander got to his feet and reached for his mate.
“Apologize,” she demanded as he cupped her face.
“I’m sorry my love,” Craig grunted. “I need to find Brayden.”
Ari shook his head. “No. You need to stay here and protect your king. You will stay here and protect your king.”
Craig’s angry eyes swiveled between the king and Ari.
“While Brayden is gone, I’ve appointed Ari to the captain's position,” Vincent said, referring to a role Ari had held hundreds of years before.
“Wait a goddamn minute. Your majesty.” Kurt added that last bit after Vincent glared at him. “Why is Brayden....where...would someone please explain what the hell is going on?”
“What he said,” Marcus growled.
Logan was also trying to work out why the prince would have taken off and not be—
Oh.
Crap.
The chopper...the Russians.
“The princesses have been taken by the Nikolay’s men. Brayden has gone after them,” Ari replied, rubbing his face.
“Fuck me,” Kurt said, looking pale.
Marcus’s mouth parted.
“Get these warriors back on their feet,” Ari said to the medical team made up of Anna, Sage, Dr. Abbot, and Brooklyn. “Males, meeting in thirty in the ops room.” Then he placed a hand on the king’s shoulder and the two of them walked out.
Holy hell.
Logan sat, shaking his head.
The fucking mafia had two members of the Moretti royal family.
“Little Isabella,” Brianna said, tears falling down her face.