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My eyelids grew even heavier.

“That dealer guy said it’s fast-acting. Should only take a minute or…”

The rest of the sentence was drowned out by blackness.

Chapter 29

Eric

“This is where he was taken,” I said, my claws digging into my palms. There was a faint trace of blood. Finn’s blood. Along with bitter notes of fear.

And then a whole lot of nothing. His scent had just… stopped.

“They probably had a car,” Aries said, his voice quiet and outwardly calm, but I could sense the tension in him. He wasn’t unaffected by this.

For some reason, that was weirdly reassuring.

Aries was an arrogant fucker. A complete bastard.

But I had the inkling that having him on my side was far better than having to go up against him.

“But where did they take him?”

“Damn. They left his phone,” Bennie said, holding up the remnants of what once had been Finn’s cell. “Stomped on it a couple of times too.”

Aries sighed.

“Fledglings. Never thinking things through.” He rolled his eyes dramatically, then turned to me. “The positive thing is, they clearly don’t have a plan. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have smashed the only way to contact you. If they were clever, they’d try luring you into a trap.”

Perfect.

So now I was supposed to be glad that I couldn’t negotiate with them?

“Doesn’t that make them more dangerous?” Bennie asked, and I flinched.

What the fuck?

“Sorry, bro. I’m just trying to follow Aries’s train of thought.”

I didn’t want to follow any thoughts. I wanted to follow the fuckers who’d taken my mate. I wanted to follow them and make them pay for even laying eyes on him.

“Usually, yes. But in this case, it’s buying us time to find him before they even manage to come up with a plan.”

“And how?” I shouted, flinching as the lights in one of the buildings next to us went on. “There’s nothing here,” I said, gesturing around. “I can’t fucking recognize a specific car by smell. Can you?”

“No, I cannot,” Aries answered. “But we have options.”

“Options? What options?”

I wanted to rage.

To me, this whole situation seemed utterly hopeless.

What did he want to do? Run around town and try picking up a smell? Did Aries know how big the city was? It wasn’t like we were living in some kind of quaint small town.

“Did you ever drink his blood?” Aries asked.

“Why is that important?”