The edges of everything turned sharp. So did his mind. He didn’t have to think about what to do—the necessary actions flowed, one from another, in crystal clarity.‘The circle is ended,“ he said, flowing to his feet. ”Lily is in danger, perhaps under attack. I’m leaving. Cullen—“He was on his feet, too. “The map’s in my dressing room. So’s your phone. Benedict may be trying to call.”Rule was already moving when one of the nonheris sons grabbed his arm. “Wait a minute.” Rule backhanded him and kept moving.There was a brief scuffle—the man he’d knocked down was angry, but Rikard and Con held him back. “Idiot,” Rikard growled. “The man’s mate is in danger. You’re lucky he didn’t break your neck.”Rule headed for the railing—the stairs would take too long—but Stephen was there. His lip lifted in a snarl.“I’m not trying to stop you,” Stephen said in that damned calm voice. “I’m coming with you.”“Come, then.” Rule gripped the railing, flung himself over, and dropped.The others followed.The patrons of Club Hell were treated to an unexpected show that night.
