Kiss of Midnight_ A Midnight Breed Novel - Lara Adrian [1052]
“Good God,” Archer murmured, visibly stricken. “I can hardly believe all of this is true.”
Lucan might have felt the same at one point, but he had lived it. He thought back on everything that had occurred in the past year plus. All the betrayals and revelations, the explosive secrets and unexpected tragedies that had stabbed deep into the fabric of the Order and its members.
And the fight wasn’t over. Not even close.
“So far, Dragos has managed to elude us, but we’re getting closer to him every day. We’ve driven him to ground by destroying what was likely his primary location. He lost another key piece when the Ancient escaped some of his men in Alaska. We tracked the creature down and took him out. But a lot of the damage has already been done,” Lucan added. “We don’t know how many Gen One assassins Dragos managed to create or where they might be. We intend to find them, however. And we have one working with us now. He joined the Order not long ago, after freeing himself from Dragos’s bonds.”
Archer’s face drew into a cautious look. “Do you think that’s wise? Placing your trust in anyone who’s been so closely linked to Dragos?”
Lucan inclined his head. “I had the same reservations at first, but Hunter has proven more than worthy of the Order’s trust. You’ve met him yourself, Lazaro. He was there tonight with you, and helped to kill Christophe’s assassins.”
The Gen One exhaled a quiet curse. “That warrior saved my life. No one could have acted swiftly enough to save my son, but if not for Hunter, I would not be here, either.”
“He is an honorable male,” Lucan said. “But he was bred and raised to be a killing machine. Based on the descriptions we received of Kellan’s abductors, we’re all but certain that it was three of Dragos’s Hunters who took him from your home.”
“I thought I heard some of the warriors tonight say that the captors who were killed inside the building earlier were humans—Minions.”
Lucan nodded. “They were. For some reason, they’d been made to look like the same individuals who took Kellan, but the Minions were part of some larger scheme. As was the attack on your Darkhaven, I have no doubt.”
“But why?” Archer murmured. “What did he hope to gain by taking nearly all of my family and reducing my home to ash?”
“We don’t have that answer yet, but we won’t rest until we do.” Lucan paused in the corridor, crossing his arms over his chest. “Dragos has given us a hell of a lot to deal with lately, and my gut tells me we’re only seeing the beginning of what he’s capable of. We’ve recently discovered that he’s got Minions embedded in at least one human government agency, as well. No doubt, there’s more bad news where that came from.”
Archer cursed, low under his breath. “To think all of this has been taking place right under our noses. Lucan, I don’t know what to say, other than I regret not giving you my support sooner. You can’t know how sorry I am for that.”
Lucan shook his head. “It’s not necessary. The fight belongs to the Order.”
Lazaro Archer’s expression was grim with purpose. “As of now, the fight is mine, as well. I am in, Lucan. In whatever means that I can serve you and your warriors, if you’ll accept my offer—belated as it is—then I am in.”
Dragos’s black limousine pulled up to the ice-crusted curb where his lieutenant waited, huffing and shivering under a streetlamp in his dark cashmere coat and low-brimmed hat.
As the Minion driver braked to a stop, Dragos’s man came over to the back passenger door and climbed inside the vehicle. He pulled off his hat and gloves, pivoting to face Dragos beside him in the backseat.
“The Order was tipped off about the building where the boy was being held, sire. They showed up tonight just as we’d anticipated, along with Lazaro Archer and