“Enough of this. The Kurjans and demons are not peaceful species, and frankly, neither are vampires. These talks are just a trap, and you know it.” Irritation sizzled Dage’s eyes into a metallic silver. “There’s no way to trap us. Even with our best minds, we can’t figure out a way to trap them so far underground. No powers work. We’re as harmless as humans down there, and so are they.” “It’s still a bad idea.” Caleb stood nose-to-nose with the king, finally letting his temper roar. “Too bad. Shut the fuck up, sit down, and make sure we haven’t missed anything,” Dage shouted right back. Caleb tightened his hand into a fist, and the king straightened his shoulders to take the hit and probably retaliate. They’d see if the copied tables could take a good hand-to-hand fight. An alarm blared through the lodge, stilling both men. “Shit,” Dage said, tapping a communicator around his wrist. “Status?” “Realm SUV broke through the front gate,” came the terse reply as engines sounded in the background.
