I never expected her to use them so soon.
Now I’m even more determined to go to her so she can say them to my face.
After dressing, I use the stairs to run up one floor to Xander’s penthouse. Once the sun sets, we’ll head to wherever Farrah is meeting her family.
But when I enter, everyone in the room quiets and all heads turn to me.
“What happened?” I ask, rushing to where Xander, Evangeline, and Mira stand. “Is she okay?”
I search the bond and realize it’s like a fog. I can feel her, but her location is fuzzy.
They’ve done something to her to cause this. I should be able to locate her with no issues.
“Where?”
It’s all I say.
“We… we don’t know,” Xander says solemnly. “Vara and Rorik lost her at the Coney Island subway stop. She was pulled away by the crowd and then she seemed to vanish in thin air.”
“We believe they’re utilizing their witch’s spells,” Mira adds.
Evangeline stays silent, her eyes red-rimmed from crying.
“How long has it been? Why didn’t anyone wake me?”
“It just happened. I was about to come get you,” Xander answers. “We’ll head out the moment the sun sets.”
I curse.
That’s still forty-five minutes of waiting and worrying. Anything could happen between now and then. They could take my mate further away.
I just found her and there’s a chance I’ll lose her.
It would mean the end of me.
When the skies darken, we fly to the command center set up in Coney Island. Xander carries Evangeline, and I carry her mother. We’re hoping Mira can pick up any traces of where the hunters took Farrah.
But once on the ground, and after thirty minutes, the witch opens her eyes and shakes her head.
“Her trail has been erased with magic. Powerful magic, even more so than my own. I’m sorry.”
She squeezes my arm and steps back to stand next to her daughter. I hadn’t realized how much the two look alike. Mira is gaining weight back after her stint in the psychiatric hospital. Despite her white hair, she has the same blue eyes and cheeky smile as Evangeline.
“You still do not sense her?” Xander asks me.
We stand around a table with a map of Brooklyn on top. We’ve marked out a few neighborhoods where supernatural activity is heavy, and the hunters wouldn’t dare go unless they wanted to be instantly caught. Park Slope, Williamsburg, and Flatbush to name a few. They couldn’t have gotten far, but now I’m not so sure. They have a powerful witch helping them, so anything is possible.
“I’m getting pulses of our connection, but they’re not strong enough for me to follow.”
“Sounds like she’s fighting whatever magic is blocking it,” Evangeline offers.
Vara and Rorik stand outside the tent that’s been erected, speaking with supernatural soldiers of all species and assigning them to locations to scout. Layla and Thorne have just arrived and approach the two. The moment theyget to the sphinx, they bring Vara into a three-way hug… that’s followed by heated kisses. They were worried about their mate. It makes sense. Vara was kidnapped by these hunters a few months ago. She’s here because she wants her vengeance, even if that doesn’t involve killing the hunters. She wants them off the street just as much as I do.
After a passionate reunion, the three head our way with Rorik following close behind. He frowns at their backs. He does that a lot. I assume it’s because their three-way bond reminds him of his own.
I close my thoughts to the vamp as he enters the tent. He nods to me before slinking to a corner, hands in his pockets.
“Any update?” Vara asks, joining us at the table.
