“Come, sisters. Hold out your hands.” They did, and he took one in each of his. “Ash, walk behind Dorrie.”
Wolf had been using his sight to find Samantha. Standing in the middle of the road, he was searching the buildings and street. When they reached him, he took Dorrie’s hand. Power surged through Warwick from the connection.
When they touched, they were stronger. Their senses magnified.
“Nothing yet,” Wolf said grim-faced.
“The lane,” Dorrie said. “He took her that way.”
They entered the lane in a line.
“The others are coming,” Wolf said. “I feel them.”
They would because like Warwick and Wolf, they’d know something was wrong. They would feel Dorrie and Somer’s distress and Samantha’s fear and pain.
“Focus,” he said to his sisters. “She needs that from you now.”
The lane was narrow and long. Dark too. Warwick listened. He heard thudding above him and men’s voices. Wolf bent, and when he rose, he held out a finger.
“Blood. Someone is injured.”
He knew it was hers, could feel the pain when she was hurt.
“Look up, Wolf.”
His cousin did as he was told. “I see her.”
Releasing his sister, Warwick ran to the first door he found and tried to open it.
“It’s locked!”
“The wood is solid. We’ll never break through,” Wolf said.
Warwick cursed.
“There’s no one home in there.” A boy was standing behind them.
“We need to get inside. A man has taken our friend in there against her will. Is there another way in?” Warwick asked.
The boy could be anywhere from ten to fifteen years of age—it was hard to tell as he was slight and not overly tall. Wolf pulled out some coins and handed them to him.
“That leads up.” He pointed to a door on the opposite side of the lane. “There’s a door at the top that leads into the room that goes across to the other side. There’s a wall in the middle and another door.”
“Thank you,” Wolf said.
“Quiet now,” Warwick said as they moved to the door the boy had directed them to. “I need to listen.”
Wolf went first because of his sight, Warwick next, and Ash behind him. Somer and Dorrie were last. Narrow and damp, the place had no light. The stairs creaked as Warwick walked.
“Someone is coming. He’s not paying us enough to get caught.”
“They will not find us.”
“They’re coming, I tell you.”
Warwick could hear the fear in the voices, but it was nothing to the fear they’d feel when he got hold of them, he vowed.
“Somer, Dorrie, you need to stay back now,” he whispered when they reached the top.
