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We’d returned to the house at Emberhold. Zeke and Zane went to find Chloe, Oliver, and Deshawn to update them on everything that had happened.
I went to the basement, where Emberhold had seen fit to put a full workout room for our benefit. It seemed that every day I came home to a new addition of some kind or another. Growing up human, it was hard to get used to some of this shit.
I needed to relieve some stress, and for now, this was all I had. There were no new DF to torture, and I needed an outlet badly. If we didn’t find a way to Reverie soon, I was afraid I was going to lose my mind. Seeing a piece of her in a box left me in a murderous rage. If I ever got my hands on that bitch Selene, I would pluck her eyes out and shove them up her ass.
I’d just started running on the treadmill when I heard shouting from upstairs. “What the fuck now?” I muttered, stopping the treadmill and heading upstairs.
Oren stood frowning at the twins, “What are you yelling about?”
“Chloe and the guys are G-O-N-E!” Zane spelled the last word, obnoxiously.
Oren frowned at him. “Maybe they went to help out at one of the relief stations.”
Zeke started pacing. “We checked, Mom hasn’t heard from them, and neither has Adelaide.”
“They could be anywhere. There’s no reason to panic," Oren said with little inflection in his tone. He’d been mostly unresponsive since we got back from the Hawthorne’s. I knew his mind was working overtime trying to find a way to reach our Nexus.
I hated seeing Zeke and Zane become so agitated. Both were dangerously close to losing control, and with the Draxon inside them, we were concerned about what might happen if they didn’t keep a firm grip on themselves. Transforming now wasn’t a good idea.
Well, everybody but Nathan was concerned. He was constantly fucking with the two men, hoping theywouldchange.
“We’re not panicking without reason; it’s not like Chloe to disappear without leaving at least a note. She knows, ever since Reverie was taken, that we’ve been on edge about her safety.” Zeke continued more calmly. “And with Mom and Adelaide not knowing where she is, we’re both understandably worried.”
Oren’s cell rang. I don’t know how he managed to have a working phone, but at this point, I’d come to realize Oren was more powerful than he let on.
“What the fuck?!” We all came to attention at Oren’s tone. “Mira said WHAT?!” Oren was near screaming at this point.
Before he could say another word, a portal appeared in our living room, and Mira stepped out. The Fellat looked a little bedraggled, and the expression in her eyes was more than weary.
“Don’t shout at my Nexus, Storm. It wasn’t her decision to send them; it was mine.”She sent the message out so forcefully that I winced in pain.
Oren narrowed his eyes at her. “Why?”
“I don’t have to explain myself to you, but since I understand what it means to be separated from your Nexus, I’ll excuse this behavior and tell you.”She lowered herself to her haunches and shrank her size down to that of a large bobcat.
“Why is the door wide open?” Nathan walked in with blood on his shirt.
I guess he needed to blow off some steam, too. I narrowed my eyes. Was that bastard hiding DF from me?
“I’m not completely sure, but it has something to do with my sister and her guys not being here,” Zane growled low, never taking his eyes off of Mira.
Once again, his pupils had narrowed to slits, and his Draxon was in control. I didn’t know who would win in a fight, but if Mira’s explanation didn’t satisfy the animal inside him, we might find out.
“Chloe, Oliver, and Deshawn were needed therenow. You are neededherefor the time being.”Mira stared into Oren’s eyes and slowly blinked.
“What do you know that you’re not telling me?” Oren gritted out.
“Wait, are you telling us that you found a way to send Chloe to Aurathia?” Nathan asked in a voice almost devoid of life.
Mira just looked at him and nodded.
Nathan went off like a bomb.
One heartbeat, he was standing there, trembling with tension. Next, the cabinet door burst off its hinges and slammed into the wall with a crack that shook the entire house. Then the chair. He shattered it into splinters, flames flickering along hisarms as the air grew hot and sharp, heavy with the threat of disaster.
None of us moved.
