He was tired of waiting. Weary of staring at the eerily still exterior of the run-down mansion. And sick to death of the endless strategizing going on around him. He’d already put in his opinion: Barge in through those thick wood doors, let loose on any fuckers in his way, and get his mate back. But the others insisted they needed some sort of plan of action. As if killing vampires was really all that difficult. Crouched by him on his right, Karissa reached over, placing a hand on his forearm. “It’s okay, Valin. Bennett, Jacob, and their team are almost in place.” Valin nodded at Karissa to show that he heard her, though he personally considered the flanking technique a waste of time. Both his own scouting and Karissa and Bennett’s radar screens had shown no one outside, which meant the chances of a merker force being present were pretty damn slim. First, those factions didn’t normally hang together and second, if they were, then why wouldn’t the merkers be out here monitoring the property for potential breaches?
