He blanched, his pale face now going an uncomfortable gray.
“All I could feel was intense panic, then nausea, and then nothing,” he told us, his stare distant. Bonding was a blessing and curse; the connection could be helpful, but sharing painand suffering was a burden you needed to be strong enough to carry.
“That’s probably just because she’s knocked out,” I assured him, gripping his shoulder. “I’m going to access the university’s cameras and see if I can get eyes on what happened in that parking lot.”
“Good.” Spencer’s voice was curt, slicing through the tension-thick air. “There’s fuck all here. We need to get back to the apartment.”
“The apartment?” I asked, momentarily confused. “Shouldn't we be trying to follow them, alerting the campus security, gaining access to those cameras?”
“We need to follow her!” Bear growled.
This didn’t seem right. Had his panic over losing Flora gone to Spencer’s head? Had all his rational ability and thought escaped him? Why would we be going back to our apartment, where Flora most certainly wasn't?
“Because we need my computer,” Spencer added. “We don’t need to scramble to find her. Last week, I put a tracker in every pair of shoes Flora owns. Only, I can't access the trackers from here; I need my computer in the apartment. I didn't want to take it out of the building and risk compromising it.”
I stared at my pack mate, utterly silent, as my jaw fell open. Bear was doing the same, and then I shook myself out of it.
“That issosmart,” I muttered. Usually, I was the one thinking of technological answers to pressing questions. It was good to see that, maybe, I was rubbing off on our dear pack leader.
“She’s going to be so pissed at you.” Bear shook his head, quiet for a moment longer before looking up at Spencer with a hard nod. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.”
Turning to the door, I moved to leave but was stopped as two campus security officers appeared.
“We got news of two students trashing an office. Care to explain?” one asked. He looked surly and disgruntled.
“Weare security officers. The faculty knows us, Spencer from Saga security systems.” My pack leader said in a no-bullshit tone. “The TA in this office has kidnapped an omega, and we need to get moving.”
“That sounds like one hell of a story,” the officer snorted. We didn’t have time for this, to hold his hand and explain that we were in the right and needed to get moving ASAP. His pea brain clearly wasn’t capable of reasonable thought, it appeared, and Flora was getting away from us the longer we stood here.
“Whatever, we're leaving,” I said, taking another step forward. When the officer stepped in my way, white-hot rage flooded my veins, and I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, easily handling him.
“Do you really think you can stop us?” Spencer asked, cold and deadly.
We towered over them. The campus required no real training for its security officers. It was one of the things that drove us insane when we started protecting Percy on campus. And there was no way in hell these two pissants were going to keep us from getting to our omega when some asshole had just kidnapped her from under our noses.
We were attracting a lot of attention. Students who had been on their way to classes had paused to watch the commotion.
“Now, boys, there's no need to get aggressive,” the guy I held squeaked out, reaching toward the taser on his waistband.
Spencer, clearly done with the conversation, reached forward, yanked the taser out of the guy’s waistband, andpointed it at him in under a second. Unblinking, he stared down at the guy and gestured with the device.
“Move.”
“But—”
My pack mate didn’t hesitate. Slicing forward, he grabbed the officer by the throat, throwing him to the floor.
The guy’s face went white as a damn sheet, eyes wide, as he looked back and forth between all of us from his position, prone and on his back.
“W-Wait, you can’t—" he stuttered as we shoved past him into the hall, striding through the throng of students that quickly parted to let us by.
“Tell the dean he can bill us,” I announced, not bothering to look back.
Hang on, Flora. We’re coming.
We looked at the little dot on the screen.
“Do you know where that building is?” Bear asked as we piled into the car.
