Macgrath cupped her cheeks and rested his forehead against hers. "I'm so happy."
"As am I."
Ewan lifted his head and kissed her again. “I’m also afraid.”
“Me, too.” The tears slipped down her cheeks. “But I have to believe that we’re strong enough together to protect our baby now and forever.”
“We’re not alone anymore,” he said. “We have our friends. We have Marcus, Callum, Rhys, Savannah, and so many more.”
This time, she kissed him. He was right. They weren’t alone. They had friends who would help them if they asked.
"Speaking of Callum," she said when the kiss ended. "Have you heard from him in the past few days?"
"No." His face darkened. "And neither has Marcus. I think we're going to need to track him down."
"Do you think he's in danger?"
"I don't know. He wasn't himself when he left last week. He could just be avoiding us, but I need to be sure."
Ava laid her hands over his. "Want me to look into the crystal?"
Macgrath shook his head. "It won't do any good. He's wearing your amulet."
"Shit."
"Yeah, he's completely hidden from magic. And he turned his cell phone off, so we can't track him that way."
"You need to find him," Ava said, her eyes growing brighter as magic filled her.
"I'm sure he's fine," Ewan started to argue.
Ava shook her head. "No, he's not. Something's happened."
"Fuck."
*****
Callum
My wrists were boundwith metal. I tried to move them, but they were held fast. Chains rattled, their sound heavy.
I cracked open one eye, trying not to moan. My head was splitting. The lights were dim, thank the Goddess. I hadn't felt this way since my time as a human. What in the hell happened?
Thick shackles wrapped around my wrists. A thick chain with five or six links connected them to a metal loop on the floor. It was huge and bolted down to the concrete floor with large screws.
Damn. I could probably pull it free, but it would take a long time and a great deal of strength.
I searched my mind for the memory of how I ended up here and came up empty.
One minute, I'd been lying on the ground near the complex that housed the Fallon Group, watching the comings and goings, and the next I was on a concrete floor, chained.
Somewhere in the distance, I heard a door open and footsteps coming down a long hallway. I kept one eye cracked and waited as the steps stopped. Bolts clicked and turned. Three, four, five of them.
The door in front of me opened, casting a patch of light over my prone body. A lean silhouette stood in the doorway. I could smell pomegranate and apples, a light scent of soap rather than perfume.
A woman, then.
She came into the room, shutting the door behind her. Her steps were light and quiet as she walked over to me. The woman stopped just out of what I estimated my range to be and squatted down.
