The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) Read Online Free PDF Page B

was limp weight in her hands. She turned on
Anatoly and screamed, “Drive faster! We’re losing him!”
    All Aaron could do for the moment was hold Michelle close as
he frantically probed her mind. He found only black unconsciousness, though
still alive. Blood from a scalp wound at her temple poured down her face and
onto his fingers. He knew Michelle had survived multiple gunshot wounds before,
but a head wound?
    Fear gripped his chest. Not again . Please God,
don’t let me lose her again .
    Ivan’s eyes flicked back and forth from Michelle to Urvashi
to Aaron to Katya in the front seat. Though the wolves usually held a solid
block on their minds, Aaron caught a hint of that same rare emotion from Ivan –
fear. How odd . Beyond his fear for Nikolay and concern for the other
wolves, the big man actually gave a shit if Michelle lived or died.
    Ivan wiped Michelle’s blood off his hand onto his jeans and
looked away from Aaron’s searching gaze. He barked orders at Anatoly. “Take us
to the warehouse. No more hiding games!”
    Anatoly glanced back at Ivan. “Now? But …”
    “Now. We take the fight to Dmitri.”
    Watching Ivan with a dour look Urvashi held Michelle’s legs
in her lap, stroking her pale white skin absentmindedly. His master, the fallen
angel, had barely flinched through the shooting. Her unblinking stare leveled
on Ivan. “We’re not prepared to take on Dmitri yet.”
    Ivan glared at her. “Dmitri’s hired guns just tried to kill
us, again. Almost finished the job this time. If we wait any longer no one will
be left alive to move against him.” The inner fire of his wolf had faded from
his eyes, replaced by the steely blue-grey. His gaze settled on Michelle and
Aaron’s hand stroking her blood-splattered hair from her forehead.
    Another sharp pang of fear spiked in Aaron’s gut. He didn’t
know what he’d do without Michelle in his life. He thought he’d lost her back
in Paris, and for a time he had. He looked to his master for answers, a fallen
angel with abilities that bordered on the miraculous.
    Ivan finally asked the question that had been on his face
for several minutes. “She’ll be okay ... right?”
    Aaron projected all his fear and intense love for Michelle
through his bond with Urvashi, speaking directly into her mind. {{You must heal
her.}}
    {{This is no place for such things. Wait until we get down
from the car.}}
    {{No. Do it now!}}
    Ivan watched the silent exchange between Aaron and his
master, and Aaron suspected he knew what was happening.
    Urvashi spoke low. “I can’t focus like this.”
    {{I don’t give a fuck. Heal her now. And him too.}}Aaron
leaned his head in the direction of Nikolay.
    Spurred on by Aaron’s silent gesture, Ivan snagged a t-shirt
from the duffle bag at his feet and leaned over Nikolay in the front seat to
place the fabric over his chest. He looked to Katya, and the gold tint of wolf
flared in his eyes. “Hold pressure on his wounds. We have to stop the bleeding.”
    Katya pressed the shirt against Nikolay’s chest and sat
there eyeing everyone with a tight-lipped glare that betrayed only the slightest
edge of her hysteria. Since the shooting, her mental shields had wavered on and
off, and Aaron caught a glimpse of her desperation. She couldn’t handle losing
another of her brothers. She was barely holding onto her sanity. Only the
warmth and continued fall and rise of Nikolay’s chest kept her from screaming.
    Aaron narrowed his gaze on his powerful master, a well of
intensity building within him. The bitch had all that fucking power, yet she
just sat there doing nothing. What good is the power of angels if it can’t save
a life? “You will help them. You will help Michelle.” His voice came out in a
pure growl. He was close to losing it.
    “She’ll be fine, Aaron. You know she has survived worse.”
Her calm words spoke of reason, but Aaron wasn’t buying the bullshit.
    “Whatever you want from me, whatever secret agenda