“I sent some people out to look for him, but everyone came back empty. I’m not too keen to risk perfectly good people on someone like him.”
Reyna closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. What would Everett do? If she were in his shoes, where would she go with a gun and some tech? Her eyes snapped open.
“He’s gone to do something really stupid,” she whispered. “I told him to prove that I could trust him. I have a feeling it has something to do with underground Visage or with the feeding camps. Something to prove that he’s on our side.”
“Shit.”
“I’m going to try to get in contact with him.”
“I’ll see if there’s anything else in his stuff.” Drew paused for a long moment. “How’s Brian?”
Reyna winced. “He’s…alive.”
“That good, huh?” Drew asked. Reyna just sighed. What else could she say? “Okay, well, I’ll hold down the fort here. Let me know if you hear anything or if anything changes.”
Reyna cursed under her breath and tossed the phone across the table. “There’s no point. Whatever the fuck Everett has done, he’s done on his terms.”
“Do you think he’ll double-cross us?” Meghan asked. “He knows where the rest of Elle is. Does he know where we are?”
“I don’t think so. He only knows about the cult HQ.” Reyna grimaced. “I don’t think he’ll double-cross us, but then again, he’s a spy.”
“Fuck,” Tye muttered.
Reyna stared around the room at the looks of confusion and uncertainty on their faces. “We should research another place to move people. I don’t want to take a chance that anyone could be in jeopardy.”
Jodie grinned. “I’ll research with Katarina.”
Katarina, who was the only member of Beckham’s circle present, grinned back. “Come on, babe.”
Reyna’s eyes widened at their playful banter. Perhaps she’d missed a thing or two while she’d been busy worrying about Beckham.
“Oh,” Reyna whispered, her breath catching in her throat. She could feel him. She could finally feel him. “Becks.”
Everyone else glanced around as if expecting to see him standing in the entrance. But of course he wasn’t there. He was still miles away, moving at vampire speed back to the mansion. She shivered. She hadn’t realized how much she’d missed being able to feel his presence until it was gone. She hadn’t even been actively trying to sense him and still it was like a radar that she couldn’t turn off.
“Uh, Reyna?” Gabe muttered.
She stood. “I have to take care of this. Let me know how theresearch goes.”
“Ugh, why are we always on research duty?”
“She did her part,” Meghan reminded him. “You sent her into that place to get the antidote info.”
“Yeah. Yeah. Still should have gone myself.”
“And what could you give him that would have interested him?”
Reyna could only distantly hear them arguing, their definition of foreplay. Her mind was on Beckham and how close he was. She disappeared out the door, through the kitchen, and outside. By the time she walked down the few stairs, he was there.
She swallowed and took him in. Last she’d seen him, he’d been in his tuxedo and pissed beyond measure. Now he was in a solid black suit with a characteristic blood-red tie. He didn’t look like he’d run here from more than six miles away. He looked refreshed but wary.
“Hey,” she said. “You’re back.”
“Not for long.”
“Oh?”
“I came to tell you I was going into the city.”
