Jet’s voice shook. “Reverie, Tanya, Razor, and Malik. All four signatures vanished at once.”
John’s face drained of color. “Shadow displacement.”
I snarled low in my throat. “Trent.”
The air itself seemed to recoil at the name.
Zane breathed fire onto the dying embers to help warm the air. “Why would he take themtoo?”
Jet frowned. “What is Tanya’s ability?”
“Fuck!” Jesse growled, then changed into a massive tiger and started shredding his sleeping gear.
“What?” I directed my question to John, more than a little startled by Jesse’s loss of control.
John began to walk toward his twin, but Adelaide stopped him and went that way herself. “She can bind things together, whether it’s a person, animal, or object.” He answered distractedly.
“Okay, but he’s already bonded to her. So why would her ability matter to him?" Nathan looked relieved at John’s answer, but I waited for the other shoe to drop.
Adelaide replied from within the circle of Jesse’s arms, him having transformed back into a man. “She can also break existing bonds.”
You could have heard a pin drop.
Then Zane ended the silence. “That dead motherfucker!” His pupils elongated, and I knew he wasn’t far from his Draxon taking over.
“Get it the fuck together.” Zeke grabbed his brother’s shoulders. “She’ll fight with everything she has, so we can’t fall apart at what-ifs. Now suck it up and let's use our abilities to find her.”
Jet closed his eyes, reaching for any lingering echo of our Nexus. His breathing hitched. “I can’t feel her. Not even a flicker.” His hands fisted.
I reached for Reverie, “He’s right. The bond is silent.”
“He can do that?” Chloe whispered, standing by Kharox, who had drifted closer during our panic.
Adelaide’s voice turned low, bitter. “Trent can silence anything he touches. Power. Memory. Bond. He developed that, among many others after he was injected with the serum.”
John took her in his arms till he and his brother surrounded her.
Zane cracked his knuckles. “So, we hunt him.”
Zeke nodded, Frynn’s icy presence humming under his skin. “We don’t wait. We don’t rest. We don’t think. We go.”
“No,” I corrected quietly, standing. “We go—but we think like Trent.” The others stilled. “Because he didn’t just kidnap Reverie,” I frowned. “He took the one woman who binds abilities, the man who steals them, and the third who is their anchor.”
“What else is he planning?” Jet mumbled to himself, not expecting a reply.
A sharppulsehit the back of my mind—fast, urgent, unmistakably Fellat.
Pantar. I hadn’t noticed he was missing. Neither he nor Mira was here.
My eyes snapped wide.
“Oren.”The telepathic voice was rough silk, deep and edged with panic.“Wake. Now.”
“I’m awake,” I hissed under my breath.
The others froze, sensing the shift in me.
Jet glanced over. “Pantar?”
