“Isis hasn’t been found yet,” D was the one to answer, his voice heavy.
“No. We cannot lose Isis…” A sigh of frustration left the woman. “Youneedto find her,” she begged, though her commanding voice didn’t falter. “We have come too far and waited too long for everything to fall apart now.”
“Bjorn is constantly searching for her energy,” Dante assured. “He won’t stop, no matter what happens.”
“I believe you… Has Natasha begun trusting you yet? Let any of you close?”
“She has. Last night, she gave in to how she felt for me. The first bond is complete,” Dante confessed to the woman, his words slicing through me like betrayal.
“And with you, D?”
“Not yet, Viscountess…” His eyes connected with Dante’s, and they exchanged a troubled glance. “There is acertainaversion to Vampires she must overcome first.”
Once more, the silence stretched between them, the news appearing to upset the woman.
“I suppose I should have expected that,” she murmured, seeming disappointed, before clearing her throat. “Well, one bond is more than I expected considering the circumstances. That will have to do for now, I cannot risk her being there anymore.”
Dante adamantly shook his head. “We can’t leave until Isis is with us?—”
“Bjørn will stay behind to continue searching for her,” the Viscountess pressed.
“Weneverleave anyone behind,” D insisted.
“This is not a discussion. Bring Natasha to me, now!” The sound of her hands hitting the desk on her side of the screen echoed in the room.
The power expelling from her words seemed to reach for me across the distance, my skin tingling as though she’d grabbed me. My gasp reverberated throughout the space.
Whirling around, Dante’s and D’s eyes settled on me, dread clouding them.
“Caralho!” D cursed under his breath.
I stared at the man I’d just mated with, the one who deceived me too.
“Natasha…” Dante reached for me.
“Don’t touch me.” I pulled away, taking a step back. My heart sank as I glanced up at him. “Why does everyone I choose to love lie to me?
My question went unanswered as I turned, rushing out of the room.
“Go after her!” the Viscountess ordered.
17
Tears stung my eyes as I ran past the kitchen, toward the entrance of the apartment.
“Tasha, what happened?” Vanessa’s words were lost when I swung the large door open and ran to the elevator.
Stepping in, I slammed my hand against the panel, pressing the button that would get me the hell away from there. Nothing. The elevator didn’t move.
“Damn it, take me out of here!” I growled at it, hitting the buttons over and over until Bjørn appeared on the other side of the still-open doors.
Beyond him, Vanessa arrived, just as D and Dante reached her.
“Don’tcome any closer!” I ordered, pointing at them while treacherous tears fell down my face. “I don’t want you anywhere near me. You are not taking me to whoever the hell that woman is, you understand? I’m not going anywhere with you!”
Hurt cut across Dante and D’s faces with my words, but a sliver of understanding entered Bjørn’s expression, followed by genuine concern. I dragged my gaze away from Dante, unable to look at him anymore.
“I can help you leave,” the Fae offered, his words gentle.
