Bryce hummed her agreement, mouth twisting to the side. “I’d stay the Hel away from her.”
Hunt tucked in his wings. Assessed his mate.
She slid her gaze to him. Innocently. Too innocently.
She knew something.
She dropped the Who, me? expression and glared at him. As if to say, Don’t you fucking rat me out, Athalar.
He was stunned enough that he inclined his head. He’d get the truth out of her later.
Tharion was asking, “All this ammo they unloaded … Ophion is bringing it into this region. To do what—stage some big battle?”
“No one would tell me,” Cormac said. “If they let Pippa have free rein, she’ll commit atrocities that will make that leopard massacre seem merciful.”
“You think she’d start shit in Lunathion?” Ruhn asked.
“I don’t see why you’d bring in guns and missiles for a tea party,” Tharion said, rubbing his jaw. Then he added, “They already had this base set up. How long has it been here on Ydra?”
“Not sure,” Cormac said.
“Well, with Pippa at the helm, it seems like they’re ready to strike,” Ruhn said.
Hunt said, “I can’t let them do that. Even if I wasn’t in the 33rd, I can’t let them attack innocent people. They want to go head-to-head on some muddy battlefield, fine, but I’m not going to let them hurt anyone in my city.”
“Me neither,” Ruhn said. “I’ll lead the Aux against you—against Ophion. Tell Command that if they make one move, they can say goodbye to their contact with Daybright.”
Tharion didn’t say anything. Hunt didn’t blame him. The mer would have to follow the River Queen’s orders. But his face was grim.
Cormac said, “You warn anyone in Lunathion, they’ll ask how you know.”
Hunt observed the bodies slumped against the boat railing. “That’s a risk I’m willing to take. And one of us is a master of spinning bullshit.” He pointed to Bryce.
Bryce scowled. Yeah, she knew he didn’t just mean spinning lies for the authorities about their involvement with the rebels. As soon as we’re out of here, he silently conveyed, I want to know everything you know.
She glowered, even if she couldn’t read his thoughts. But that glower turned into icy determination as the others noticed the look. She lifted her chin. “We can’t let the Asteri get this suit. Or Ophion—especially the Lightfall squadron.”
Hunt nodded. At least on this, they were on the same page. “They’re going to be so fucking pissed.”
“I guess that means it’s business as usual,” Bryce said, winking despite her pale face. She said to him, “Light it up, Hunt.”
Cormac whirled. “What are you—”
Hunt didn’t give the prince time to finish before he laid a hand on the suit and blasted it apart with his lightning.
Hunt didn’t stop at destroying the suit. His lightning slammed the parked trucks, too. Every single one of them. Bryce couldn’t help but marvel at the sight of him—like a god of lightning. Like Thurr himself.
He looked exactly like that statuette that had sat on her desk a couple weeks ago—
Ruhn bellowed at her to get down, and Bryce hit the ground, covering her head with her arms as truck after truck exploded across the cavern. The walls shook, stones falling, and then there were wings blocking her, protecting her.
“There are brimstone missiles on those trucks!” Cormac roared.
Bryce raised her head as Hunt pointed to the untouched truck marked Pie Life. “Only on that one.” He must have somehow figured it out during the few minutes they’d been here. Hunt grinned wickedly at Tharion. “Let’s see what you got, Ketos.”
Tharion grinned back, pure predator. The male behind the charming mask.
A wall of water slammed into the pie truck, sending it toppling over the quay. Tharion’s power sucked it swiftly and deeply below, and then created a small eddy, forming an open tunnel to the truck—
Hunt’s lightning speared through it. The water slammed shut in its wake, covering the lightning’s path as the truck exploded beneath the surface.
Water sprayed through the cave, and Bryce ducked again.
People were shouting now, rushing from far inside the cave, guns pointed toward where the trucks burned, a wall of flame licking toward the cave’s distant ceiling.
“Time to go,” Hunt said to Cormac, who was gaping at them. He hadn’t gone for his sword, which was a good sign, but—