Roark growls. “Fuck, now I’m pissed and fucking horny. I’m giving them ten minutes to find Raine before I go down to the village.”
I glance at my watch. It’s almost ten. Five hours—they could be out of the valley. Wandering lost in the darkness with their inferior human eyes.
Roark sinks into the chair he always sits in. He pounds at his phone, his fingers typing madly.
“What are you doing?”
“Tracking her phone,” he growls.
“Won’t work—security firm says it’s off.”
He glares at me and back to his phone. “It’s off.”
Not that I thought he would believe me. Roark doesn’t trust anyone. He glares at his phone like he’s going to crush it.
I sit in the chair across from him. I could use a drink, but that’s not going to help me find Raine. Reclining on the sofa, I cross my arms over my chest. “We can wait.”
“Ten minutes is all I’m giving them before I tear the roofs off every building.”
“Roark.” I sit up.
“Evander?” Roark moves back to the fireplace. He urges the flames with his breath, and they flash up the chimney. “She’s the one. We need this fucking ceremony done. We need it done days ago.”
If he’s told me anything that directly before, I don’t remember. But then, I’ve been distracted, just like Roark and Kieren, ever since I took in her irresistible scent. “I think you’re right. I’ve never been obsessed with a candidate before. And I’m ashamed to admit it, but I’ve thought a few others were the one. But I’ve never felt a pull like this before. If she’s not the one, I might not care. We could mate her anyway.”
“She’s the one. Don’t disrespect our mate that way. Our missing mate.” He blows on the fire, and it roars up the chimney again.
“You start a chimney fire and Leopold will have your?—”
“I’m aware, and I don’t care. At all.”
My phone dings again, and I answer it without looking. “What report do you have for me?” I growl out.
No one says anything, but there’s music in the background and people talking. Then a voice not close to thephone says, “I thought you said he was the nice one.” It’s Wren. Raine must have the call on speaker.
“Raine. Where are you?” Rage boils through me. The cellphone in my hand screams from the pressure I’m clutching it with.
She doesn’t answer. I can hear her breathing. This is the exact reason why I told Roark we couldn’t go after her. I’m scaring her.
“Raine,” I say in the most pleasant voice I can. “Where are you?”
Roark’s eyes bulge out of his head. He retrieves his phone from the chair and punches at it. His eyebrows rise, and he races from the room. I’m right on his heels.
“Raine, stay there.”
46
RAINE
“Well, what did he say?” Wren asks.
“I haven’t said anything yet. Shh, Wren.” I swallow hard. “Evander?” I push the phone to my ear.
“Stay there, Raine.”
“Ah, okay. But how do you know where we are?”
“Where are you?”
