Brea nodded, not sure if he should even bother picking up a weapon like the other man had. His magic wasn’t the most useful in the world, but it did the job. They weren’t really around a lot of technology, but that wasn’t the only thing he was capable of. And at any rate, having his hands full would hinder his ability to cast, not to mention his ability to free the girls. He glanced at Colt’s face, knowing his friend was not about to hesitate in order to plan out a lengthy rescue mission. He’d known him long enough to know how he preferred to handle things. “And not die,” he reminded him, though he wasn’t quite sure if Colt heard him around his anger and worry as he burst through the doors.
There was instantly an explosion of activity, fists flying as Colt charged at the men in the room who were crying out in surprised anger. Brea didn’t risk looking to see how his friend was faring, instead letting his eyes sweep the room for the girls. He spotted Corey first, the sight making his stomach drop as a coldness seeped through him. She didn’t look good. To be specific she looked…well. Brea wasn’t going to allow his mind to go there. He started towards her, though had only gone a few steps when he heard Logan scream his name. He froze, clearly torn, especially as one of the men moved towards Corey as if intent on making sure they couldn’t take her out alive if they were all going down. Throwing out his hand, a shield formed itself around the small girl, causing the man charging it to bounce backwards once he collided as if he’d run into a brick wall. There was a sickening crack that preceded the rejection, and another once he landed on the ground. Brea didn’t spare him another glance. The shield would hold, not allowing anyone but those who didn’t mean her harm to pass through while he went to Logan.
Kneeling down in front of her, he cupped both sides of her face, concern in his eyes as he looked her over. “What the hell were you thinking?” he scolded, but his voice was low and full of emotion rather than any true anger. He immediately began working at the bindings keeping her in place, though they seemed to have some sort of enchantment on them that not only made them stiffer and more painful for the captive, but incredibly difficult to undo. Cursing, he set to work, the sounds of fists colliding with flesh still sounding from several feet away. Brea spared a glance back, noticing all the men were down yet Colt was still pummeling one as his rage took over. Knowing how his friend’s temper worked, especially when someone he loved was threatened, he knew the vampire wouldn’t stop until all that was left of the asshole was mutilated flesh. As much as the fucker deserved that, Corey did not have time to wait. Brea actually wasn’t even sure they could move her anywhere without killing her, but he wasn’t going to give up.
“Colt!” he yelled, making sure he was heard despite the distance. “He’s done. Go to Corey. I’m having trouble with these bindings,” he said, not looking behind him to see if his friend listened, instead focusing on Logan again. “It’s okay, babe. I’ve got you. You’re okay.”