They all nod.
“Let us know once you get your phone, and we’ll get your number,” Quinn says.
“Will do.I’ll see you guys.”
I leave the diner, smiling at the beautiful day as I walk back to Logan’s cabin.Our cabin,I correct myself.
I make it out of town, and that’s when I feel it—eyes watching me.
I turn, scanning the trees, but I don’t see anyone.The road is empty, and I pick up my pace as I turn off onto the street that leads further up the mountain.I’m close to Logan’s road now, and I try to remain calm as I walk.
The sensation of someone watching me grows stronger.I stop, whirling around, and gasp when I see one of my guards from the cult standing there.
“Miss us?”he asks with a sinister smirk.
I open my mouth to scream, but I’m grabbed from behind and yanked off the road into the bushes.
NINE
Logan
The secondI walk into the café and don’t catch my mate’s scent, my gut tightens.I can tell right away that something is very wrong.
My bear, who’s been quiet and content, knowing Vivian was safe and surrounded by the other women, jerks awake so violently that it nearly knocks the breath from my lungs.
Where is she?he snarls.
I stop inside the doorway, scanning the room.The place is full.People are laughing, talking, and eating.Plates clatter in the kitchen.Coffee and sugar and warm bread scent the air, but none of that matters.
Vivian isn’t here.
A hard knot forms in my chest.
One of the girls, Roxie, I think, looks up from behind her seat and smiles.“Hey, Logan.”
“Where’s Vivian?”I ask.
The smile slips from her face immediately.“She left a little while ago.”
Every muscle in my body locks up.“She what?”
Quinn blinks, clearly hearing the edge in my voice.“She said she was heading home.She looked okay but said she missed you and wanted to get back.”
My stomach drops.“She left alone?”
Roxie nods slowly.
I’m already turning for the door before she can say anything else.
Mine,my bear roars, slamming against me so hard that it hurts.Alone.She left alone.
I’m outside in seconds, my boots hitting the dirt hard enough to send dust flying.My truck is parked a few spaces down.I get in, slam the door, and fire it up.
The drive home feels like it takes a lifetime.Every second I’m not with her, my anxiety climbs higher.My hands are locked so tightly around the steering wheel that the leather creaks under my grip.My jaw aches from clenching it.
My bear paces violently inside me, snarling and furious.We should have gone with her.Never should have let her out of our sight.
“I know, I know,” I tell him.
