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some sort of bizarre lifeline, then took off in a staggering run in those impractical little heels of hers. Yeah, she was good to go. Nael was already moving effortlessly to intercept her if need be.
    Zer glided in smoothly. The rogue didn’t understand that Zer was the deadlier predator. Or that, this close, Zer’s steel blade would be just as effective as a fyreblade. No, instead the rogue launched himself in a running line, making straight for Zer, fyreblade out like a damned battering ram.
    Surging forward, Zer delivered a powerful kick to the rogue’s chest. Jerked sharply down on the unprotected blade arm. There was a crack as bone gave and then the rogue’s high-pitched whine of pain, but Zer’s blade was already sliding through leather and skin, along the ribs and home.
    The blade shut the rogue up, but the doubts remained.
    “We’ve got more company coming,” Nael warned. “Rogue in the lobby, he’s out for the count. But there’s more of his kind blazing a path across campus. The sooner we’re out of here, the better.”
    “Options?”
    “We take her out the side door.” Nael shrugged. “Or we go up, across the roof. If the bastards have their wings back, though, we might as well paint a bull’s eye on her back now if we go that way.”
    No concealment had him opting for the side door. “Transport’s waiting?”
    “Outside.” Vkhin spoke. His cold, precise accent clipped the word to the bare minimum. “She ready to roll?”
    Nessa was almost to the door, but she went nowhere now without his say-so. Of course, she was under the mistaken impression that she had a vote here. He needed her to bond with one of his brothers because she was someone’s soul mate. It didn’t matter if he didn’t know which male yet. She’d belong to one of them, and the details could come later.
    Zer figured he could reason with her.
    Or, he could just kidnap her.
    Since B was the quicker route to his goal, he went with B.
    Effortlessly catching up with her, he tossed her ass over his shoulder and made for the door.

C HAPTER T HREE
    Z er bundled the professor, kicking and screaming, into the waiting SUV. The tinted windows and the slick black paint job seemed bad gangster wannabe, but the car was built to take a direct mortar hit. He didn’t know how it would stand up to a fyreblade, but he wasn’t planning on waiting around to find out. He wanted a smooth ride and a clear shot. Traffic congestion was a danger he couldn’t predict, but there was a nice, straight piece of asphalt between here and the club. No curves and a limited number of side streets. He’d have her secured in ten.
    With a curse, he tossed the female onto the seat and followed her down. Good thing, too, because she immediately surged up from the seat, fighting like a wildcat. Hell, he didn’t want to hurt her, but she clearly planned to be difficult.
    Nael shot him a hard glance, sliding into the front seat to ride shotgun. He said something to the driver in a low, hard voice, and the car slid rapidly away from the curb. Vkhin sprawled in the back, weapons out.
    “Last chance to play nice, baby,” Zer growled. He could almost taste her soul, the hunger riding him mercilessly. Nael’s blonde amusement at G2’s had been merely an appetizer. A diversion.
    “Maybe she likes it rough,” Vkhin said from the rear seat. The Fallen’s eyes methodically quartered the streets sliding past the tinted windows of the SUV.
    Nessa’s pupils dilated, her breath catching in a little hiss of uncertainty that he shouldn’t have found so arousing. Deliberately, he dropped his gaze, letting his eyes wander over the stretched white fabric of her blouse. Her nipples were hard little nubs, but he didn’t know whether that reaction was fear or desire. The uncertainty bothered him and shouldn’t have. He needed her to listen to him. He needed her to obey.
    Fortunately for them both, he was very, very good at making humans do what he needed them to