‘You’re not saving me. You’re kidnapping me!’ I tried to say but the words were muffled by the fabric he was determinedly holding over my nose and mouth.
‘Tomayto, tomahto.’
My ears were ringing and my vision tunnelled.
I reached out to Loki.I’m being taken.
Loki’s scream of rage echoed in my head and ears, and I knew he’d relayed the message to Robbie because across the field I heard him bellow in rage.
‘Robbie,’ I said, but it was nothing more than a whimper on the air.
Reed laughed softly. ‘He’s busy, Inspector. Let him play hero. You and I have somewhere to be. Sleep well, Ms Wise.’
My eyelids drooped.
My knees gave.
And I was out.
Chapter Twenty-Six
Sleep cocooned me. Something was trying to pull me up, tugging at me incessantly but I resisted. I was tired. My limbs were heavy, exhausted. I needed more sleep. I turned over and snuggled into the softness I found myself in. I heard a chuckle, but it didn’t fully register. It must have been a dream.
Pigdog!
Loki?I thought foggily.Loki?
The bond between us snapped taut, and the sensation was like someone grabbing my soul and shaking it.
A surge of warmth hit me, fierce and bright.
Loki’s love.
His stubbornness.
His absolute refusal to let me go.
Wake up, Pigdog!he screamed into my mind, voice cracking with terror.Wake up! Wake up!
The sleepiness shifted and slid off me like oil on water.
It poured into Loki instead through the bond, because he was taking it, pulling it from me and into himself. His mind went foggy on the other end of our bond as mine cleared.
No.
Loki, no!
The instruction was too late. His mind wavered.
His presence in my mind turned heavy, sluggish.
Then he went utterly quiet.
White-hot rage detonated in my chest.
My eyes snapped open.
Troy blinked in surprise. No, dammit. Not Troy,Jingo. ‘You are supposed to be sleeping, Inspector, for some time yet.’
