Cold dread crawls into my throat, "What?"
"What?" he asks, chewing ona piece ofcold bacon from the diner down the street.
"Your fucked up family has property in the middle of a freezing cold, isolated mountain range? I've done a background check on every single one of you. Nothing like that is listed anywhere." My throat starts to clog with emotion, heavy with sorrow and fury.Anda million other emotionsI don't have time to unpack right now."Did Isla know about it?"
He frowns in thought, "Probably not. She never wanted any part of the family so I don't think anyone told her much."
"Butyou'vebeen there."
"Once," he shrugs again. "It isn't much."
"Could you find it?" My voice raises, a frantic madness filling my chest. Even if we leave right now, there's no way we could make it to northern Montana in time to stop the wedding.
He scoffs, "I got dragged there one time when I was like eight. No, I couldn't find it."
"She did this on purpose," I tell him, remembering the last time we were together before she disappeared.I'm yours. No matter what comes next.I didn't think anything of it at the time. It definitely wasn't the craziest thing either of us have said in bed. "She went home, knowing they'd take her there. She set this into motion after meeting with you that night."
"So this is my fault?" he rolls his eyes. "Please. If she did this, she's been planning it since finding out they were still watching her friends."
"And how did she find that out?" I bite at him. He might be a great asset, but some days he pisses me off like it's his fucking job.
"Well, you weren't going to tell her, were you?"
"No," Duh. "BecauseIknow her well enough to know that she'll happily go on a fucking suicide mission for the people she loves. AndIwasn't willing to let her do that."
It all makes sense now, though. The enthusiasmshehad for training. Hiding from me that Alastor warned her away. She'sbeen preparing for this for months now. She's going to let herself get dragged away to their cabin, let them lock her away with all the other women.
"I need the two of you on the first fucking flight to Montana." Kyle starts typing away on his computer, and Alastor pulls up his phone. "And get everyone who can be there to back us up."
"They're might try to offer a trade," Alastor says, not looking at me. "The book for Isla."
I'll make that trade any fucking day. "What makes you say that?"
"They've got blood and they know how to get more. There's only one Benedici," now he glances up at me. "Are you really willing to give them all that power back for one person?"
"Yes. And you'd better be, too, or I'll gut you along with the rest of them."
He chuckles, "Sure thing, boss. Let's go get your girl. You can be soul-bonds and match with all the other demons who went fucking soft."
"Shut the fuck up," I tell him, but I don't deny it. There's no fucking point; it's been obvious since she left, and my whole world fractured. Hell, it's beenobvioussince the very beginning. Since I set eyes on her and my psyche slanted, my vision narrowing onto her, never seeing anything else clearly ever again. "I'm leaving now. I'll call when I find it."
"Did you not hear me when I said there's no service?" Al asks.
I breathe in heavily through my nose to keep calm. Being in the same room as a real hunter for this long has been a trial in patience I didn't anticipate. "I'll use the satellite phone and send my coordinates."
"Do you have any idea how large Glacier is?" Kyle asks, his eyes locked on his computer. "Over 1,500 square miles."
Fuck.How am I supposed to search an entire national park?
My phone pings with the address for the wedding from Fritz, and I read it aloud to Kyle.
"That's right in the middle, up towards the border to Alberta," he turns to Alastor. "Is the cabin in the states? Or Canada?"
He shrugs, "It's in no mans land. There's a good chance both sides think it belongs to the other."
"The wedding venue is to the west of Bowman Lake, so that's where I would start," Kyle tells me, turning his laptop to show me where on the map it is. He pulls up coordinates, and I type them into my phone to give me a landing zone to focus on.
Within seconds, I've transported to the hideout in Alaska. The silence in here is deafening without her. I can see every empty corner of this place, all the spots she should be occupying. She didn't even clean up the pair of underwear I ripped off her the night before we left for New York.
