“Fuck if I know.” He was whining and that fact sent him over the edge. He swore he'd never let a woman get to him like that again. “She didn’t even tell me about the complications with her pregnancy. If she would have come to me and–”
“Really? Would you have honestly let her go off to Europe?”
“Hell no. The doctor said she needed to stay off her feet.”
“You guys really have to work on your communication skills.” She was cut off.
Jack swore and grumbled something unintelligible as he hung up the phone. His barely trained mate was on her own in another country, and running up against some of the strongest witches in the world. And it was all his fault.
Chapter 37
Zoe stumbled through customs and security in an exhausted daze, clutching her purse, and not quite knowing where to go. Most of the advertisements and airport directions she passed were in Romanian or Russian. She increased her pace and followed with the rest of the passengers through the main exit.
Families smiled and laughed, reunited. One by one, they exited with their suitcases in tow until she was the only one left from her flight. She desperately searched the crowd, not knowing who she was looking for.
“Don’t look back. Walk quietly. One sound and I’ll stick you.”
She didn’t need to turn around. His was the voice of nightmares. Finger-gun-man.Didn’t he ever give up?
Zoe moved forward, while the tip of something very sharp cut into her back. This wassonot going to happen again. Who the fuck did he think he was, threatening her and her baby? As her anger grew, the core center of her new talent flared and loaded like a sprung bow.
Electrons gathered, causing her hair to stand on end. She tried to hold onto her power but it had a mind of its own. Wind and fire burst forth. She prayed there would be something left of the airport.
This time, the fiery tornado was contained. It exploded almost inside finger-gun-man’s head with a thunderous bang. He dropped his knife, fell to his knees, and both hands shot to his bleeding ears.
Behind Zoe, a slight woman screamed, “Bomba!”
From behind, a hand clasped hers tightly. Zoe spun around, ready to zap the person.
A teenage girl, with streaks of purple and pink in her jet-black hair pulled her in the direction of the door. “Come. Hurry. Car is there.”
“Roxanne?”
The girl nodded and continued to tug on Zoe’s arm. “We hurry. Now.”
Zoe and the girl piled into the back of a small compact vehicle. Before Zoe could catch her breath, the airport fell behind and the screams of sirens faded away.
In the front passenger seat, a twenty-something woman with big brown eyes and dark hair, laughed nervously. “Good you have no luggage. I fear we would not all fit. I am Lana. You have met my sister-in-law, Roxanne, and the driver is my husband, Dirk.”
The man gave her a small nod, then focused back on the road.
“We were very happy how well you get away from your uncle,” Roxanne said, her eyes huge as she studied her.
“My uncle?”Holy shit.Zoe's mind raced. Her stalker was family. Bile rose in her throat when she remembered how he had unzipped his pants and almost raped her.
“Da, your father’s brother.” Lana’s brows creased. “You did not know? When we get home, we will explain everything.”
“Here. Eat.” Roxanne pulled out a small meat sandwich from her handbag and handed it to Zoe.
Zoe mumbled a quick thanks and ate while the modern city of Bucharest rushed by outside the car window. She wished Jack was here with her. He would know the right things to say and do. She should have told him. It just all happened so fast and her great aunt had been so insistent. What a mess. The last few weeks had been miserable without him and now she’d made it worse. He was never going to understand or forgive her.
Once they left the city limits, Zoe tried to absorb the exotic countryside, full of forests and hills. The healers hummed a strange folk tune laced with healing energy, and she was lulled to sleep with dreams of a beautiful dark haired baby with a dimple in her smile. When she woke, the car was pulling into an old mansion built into the side of a hill. Deep pine forests graced the back of the building.
“Where are we?”
“Slobozia.” Roxanne gave her a wide grin. “Our home.”
“It’s beautiful.”
