Only a sputtering response came back. It wasn’t a surprise, considering they’d just mated. Telepathy took time. But his heart warmed, thumping harder, and he sensed her near. He could feel her.

So this was love. Ronan had been correct. It hurt more than he would’ve thought. His leg ached, but he banished the pain, moving even faster. There was no feeling, no indecision. Yeah, he loved her. The ah ha moment didn’t slow his stride.

He reached the snow-covered security fence and paused, ducking to look ahead. On the other side lay a wide cleared space that led to two metal buildings and the rest of the facility, which appeared to be log cabins. Anybody crossing the clearing would normally be visible, although the snow camo they wore would conceal them in the snow. At least for part of the way.

Logan crouched next to him, studying the nearly invisible wires. “Good security,” the young demon whispered. “The snow is coming down too thick for them to have detected us via land triggers, and any cameras will be covered with snow. They don’t know we’re here yet.”

Ronan and Garrett took point behind them, watching their backs for any movement.

Ivar crouched on Adare’s other side, withdrew his hands from the gloves, and set his pack on the snow. He drew out dark glasses that glowed a neon blue and leaned in to study the wires. His movements sure and economical, he reached in the pack for a box and leads to attach to the wires, and then keyed in several commands on the face of the box. “If we can disengage this without explosives, we’ll have a better chance of making it across that clearing.” Cold-weather warfare was the Viking’s specialty. A small beep came from the box.

Ronan put his back to Adare. “The second they know we’re here, they’ll call for backup from the main Cyst facility to the west. Remember to set your watches for ten minutes—that’s my guess on how long it’ll take for reinforcements to arrive.”

They’d be so far outnumbered at that point that it wouldn’t matter. “We can get it done in ten minutes,” Garrett said grimly.

Ivar removed the leads and replaced the provisions in his pack. “It’s disengaged. We go over and not through. All set.”

Adare didn’t wait. He stood and jumped straight up, tucking and rolling in the air before landing on the soft snow and sinking down on the other side.

Then he waited. Nothing happened. No sirens, no alarms.

His brothers followed suit, all landing near.

Ivar handed out goggles. “They’re set to detect land mines, but the snow might conceal the glow, so proceed carefully.”