“When we get back.” Benny grabbed his arm and yanked him out of the room, right into Grace. Her face was freshly scrubbed from her shower and her hair was drying softly in cute tendrils.

Adare reached for her before she could hit the opposite wall, lifting her with one arm and swinging her free of Benny’s barreling body. “You okay?” He set her down gently, his senses humming to life.

“Fine.” She blew hair out of her eyes. “What’s going on?”

Benny hovered, moving from one foot to the other. “We need to return to the cabin.” He leaned in toward Adare. “Right. Now.”

Shit. Something had gone wrong. He had to get Benny alone to find out the details, but it appeared they were on op. Right now. Adare forced a smile for Grace and Emma, who’d just emerged from the examination room. “Looks like we’re taking a trip, but I’ll be back as soon as I can.”

“No,” Grace protested, putting her hands on her hips. “You took blood last night, so we need to, you know, tonight.” Color burst across her face, but she kept eye contact.

Emma nodded vigorously. “If you hope to have any chance of surviving a mating, it has to be tonight.”

“I’ll take your blood again when I get back,” Adare said, “and then we’ll go the next night.”

Emma frowned. “That’s a good plan, but Grace is fading, too. Time is of the essence for her, as well.”

Shite. If he didn’t return, then she was as good as dead. “Give me a minute.” He jerked his head for Benny to follow and hustled out the front door, stopping on the porch. “What is going on?”

Benny scouted the area. “Satellite feed just popped up from our lair, and the Kurjans have a new crop of females at their site. Right now. We don’t know where they ship them next, but it’ll be fast like always, so we need to go. Now. We can actually save this bunch.”

If they waited, they’d lose those females. If he stayed here, the women would perish or face terrible fates. But if he left Grace right now, he was leaving her to possibly die as well. There was a good chance he wouldn’t be able to bring her out of another coma. “How many females?” he asked.

Benny stepped back, his eyebrows rising. “Looked like about ten of them from the heat signatures.”

Adare looked up to find that Grace had silently joined them on the front porch. She wore a blue sweater and had her hair piled on her head, even after crashing into Benny.

She nodded. “When do you have to go in, Benny?”

“First light,” Benny said grimly.

Grace took a deep breath. “Okay. We all go to the cabin, we do our, ah, thing tonight, and you guys head out in the morning.”