She knew he would. She also knew he was beyond pissed and there was a very good chance these people would die.
Grabbing Tanner's arm, she shook him.
"Tanner, wake up!" she hissed.
Noticing the blood trickling out of his ears and nose, she suspected he'd taken a psychic blow to the head.
Harper stilled at the sound of car doors swinging open. Then there were urgent footsteps crunching on the gravel. Two sets of footsteps, she sensed.
The door on her right was abruptly yanked open. A hand closed tightly around her arm and snatched her out of the vehicle. That same hand shoved her toward the blond muscular asshole now rounding the Bentley; both males reeked of something which made both her and her inner demon tense: magick.
So she was up against dark practitioners. That wasn't good.
