“Where are you going?” Emma asked, finally disentangling herself from Leon to get to her feet.
“Home first. I need to get something from there,” Jono said, worry making his skin itch.
“I’ll drive you. Leon will stay with Wade.”
Emma walked over to give Marek a hug before slipping past the surgeon. Wade took Jono’s place by Marek’s side, looking grimly determined in his promise to watch over Sage.
“Let me know when you find Patrick,” Wade said.
Jono nodded. “You’ll be the first person I ring.”
Because Wade was pack, and he needed to know before anyone else.
Jono turned to face Tiarnán, meeting the fae lord’s gaze. “Can one of yours remain with Marek and Wade? We need someone with magic to help guard Sage.”
“The firm is closed today after what happened. One of our partners will remain with your pack,” Tiarnán said.
The fae had been enough that morning; he had to believe they’d be enough now. That’s what their alliance was for, after all.
Jono met Emma out in the hallway, and they headed silently for the exit, receiving a couple of double takes as they went. Jono didn’t know if it was because of his eyes or the bloodstains on his trousers from kneeling beside Sage in the lobby. He needed a shower, just not one from the storm outside.
They ran through the rain for the car park two blocks away, preternatural speed helping them get there in less than a minute, but they were still soaked when they arrived. Emma didn’t seem to care Jono was ruining the leather seat of her Maserati.
Emma started the engine, and Jono tried calling Patrick one more time once they were on the street. It went to voicemail, and he ended the call, trying not to break his mobile.
“Do you want me to send out word for the packs to keep an eye out for Patrick? Or start a search?” Emma asked as she pointed her car Uptown.
“You’re driving,” Jono told her.
“I can call Leon and tell him what to do and drive at the same time.”
Jono gritted his teeth together and shook his head. “Let’s just get to the flat.”
Emma never took her eyes off the road, the wipers set to their highest speed against the downpour. “Are we going to wait for Patrick there?”
“No.”
“Jono.”
He rested his elbow against the car door and rubbed at his eyes until colored spots burst across his vision. “I know he won’t be at the flat, but I need to retrieve something from there just in case.”
“Where do you think he is?”
“Hopefully still at work. I’d like to believe Patrick hasn’t fucked off to do something stupid.”
“This is Patrick we’re talking about.”
“I know. That’s why we’re going home. We’ll need every weapon we can possibly get.”
“And then what?”
“I keep trying to reach Patrick.”
His continued silence was worrisome, though it wasn’t anything Jono could fix right then. Despite the promise last night, Jono knew what Patrick was capable of when he got it in his head to do something. Jono needed to know that Patrick wasn’t paying the price Ethan demanded in exchange for Eloise without telling him first, because they both knew it was a shit deal.
“Maybe it’s like what you told Wade. Maybe he’s in a meeting and he can’t answer his phone,” Emma said at the next red light.
Jono licked his lips. “Maybe.”
