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too?” With a quiet nod, understanding filled her bright blue eyes and she sat back on her seat.
    “Don’t move.”
    Quinn opened the door on the driver’s side, crouching down along the body of the car as he inched toward the front to check on the driver. Although he wasn’t sure exactly where they were, the lack of traffic made it clear they were on a side street instead of a main thoroughfare.
    Which meant the driver had just turned off of Fifth onto the side street that ran the length of her building, headed toward the underground garage he would use to deliver her home.
    But what happened to him?
    With swift movements, Quinn had the front door open and saw the driver slumped forward over the wheel. A quick check of the man’s carotid artery indicated a faint, but steady pulse and he settled the slab of driver-slash-bodyguard back against his seat. As he closed the door, Quinn finally understood what felled the large man. The car window was halfway down, leaving Tony open to the threat of an air attack.
    Quinn backed away from the car, opening his senses to find the threat.
    Natural or supernatural?
    Holding still, Quinn listened to cold night air rush around him. Montana had already been the victim of a Destroyer attack tonight. Seeing as how the assholes traveled in pairs, was the second one lying in wait to grab her outside the ballroom if the inside job failed?
    His gaze took in the quiet street. The large building on the opposite block still had several windows lit with those who hadn’t yet gone to bed. About two hundred yards away, the traffic heading up Fifth was visible at the end of the street and a glance the other direction indicated the flow of traffic down Madison. From behind him, the heavy creaking of the garage entrance to Montana’s building had silenced, the bright lights of the garage waiting to welcome them in.
    Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
    So why had they stopped?
    Quinn reached down and unsheathed the Xiphos strapped to his calf. Although modern-day warfare had become heavily dependent on guns, Quinn felt an incredible sense of comfort from the wickedly sharp knife each Warrior had been awarded upon his turning.
    The solid hilt, gripped firmly in his palm, ensured any enemy who dared to get in his way wouldn’t leave the encounter unscathed.
    Movements slow and steady, Quinn walked the perimeter of the car. Nothing stirred except a light evening breeze tinged with the bite of late fall.
    Quinn had just cleared the front of the car when Montana leaped from the backseat, rushing toward Tony’s door. “Can I see him now?”
    “I told you to stay in the car.”
    “I watched you walk all the way around. Nothing’s here and I’m worried he’s hurt. Maybe he had a heart attack.”
    Anger had him gripping the hilt of the Xiphos even harder as Quinn reached for the handle on Tony’s door. Of course she wasn’t someone used to taking orders, even something as simple as—
    Before Quinn could even register an attack, a fireball slammed into his spinal cord, and waves of liquid fire raced down his back like demonic fingers on a keyboard. Reflexes slowed by the hit, Quinn fell on top of Montana, then shifted to look for the source of the attack as another flare of electricity barely missed his shoulder before it smashed into the body of the car.
    “Stay down!”
    As Quinn looked in the direction the hits had come, he immediately saw where he’d been in error. Saw the point he’d overlooked.
    The Destroyer had been lying in wait, just inside the doorway of the now-open garage door to Montana’s building. With measured movements, the man began to close the one-hundred-foot gap between the car and the garage. As he sauntered toward them, sparks flared off of him in the darkened evening. Although the light bathed him from behind, making his features hard to read, Quinn didn’t need to see his face.
    He was here to eliminate them.
     
     
    The hard, reassuring strength of Quinn’s body