What the fuck is she thinking?
Earlier today, she started pushing back against my insistence that she stay safe and secure. I know she’s sick of being here and wants more, but she hasn’t seen what I have. She doesn’t know how vindictive our enemies are. I can’t let her go until I know they’re no longer a threat.
I pick up my phone to have Lyam scan footage when a text comes through.
Nicolette:
I picked Savannah up and I’m taking her to the spa for the day. I promise she’s in good hands
Me:
Not yet, I want to see her first
There’s no reply. What the fuck is going on here?
The spa. They’re at the spa? She hasn’t left, then?
I walk through the hotel lobby, and everything seems normal, nothing out of place. Heading into the weekend, we have more guests than we do on weekdays, so it’s busy, but we have staff that handles everything from bags to check-in to guest room services.
The spa. I have to get to the spa, if that’s where she’s gone.
I blow out a breath, trying to calm my nerves. I’m not normally a nervous person, but this time… Why does it feel like I’m on a wild goose chase?
I call her, but it goes to her voicemail.
I’m practically running by the time I get to the spa and haven’t even checked my quadrant yet. My phone buzzes with texts from our security men and Lyam. Nothing out of place.
Where is she?
The very thing I feared feels as if it’s looming, a wild animal with bared fangs, ready to pounce.
I’ve been in this position before with people I love being threatened or in danger. I can still see the flames leaping fromthe building, the roof collapsing. I can still imagine my father’s screams before he died.
I can still feel the way I held his broken body when I finally got to him.
I need to find her. I need to keep her safe. I’ll do whatever it takes.
I call Fabien, who answers on the first ring.
“Why the fuck is your wife taking Savannah out without my permission, and why the fuck isn’t she answering her phone? And was she the one that told her about that fucking collar?”
There’s a brief pause. “Excuse me?”
“Fabien.” I blow out a breath. “Nicolette texted me that she was taking Savannah to the spa. I didn’t give Savannah permission to leave the room, and we’ve got a suspected security breach here. I left her for ten goddamn minutes. No fucking way am I okay with Nicolette sauntering in here and just?—”
“Thayer.” Fabien’s voice cuts through my ranting. I pause.
“What?”
“Nicolette’s phone broke last night. She dropped it in the bath, and we ordered another one. She’s here, right next to me. We’re in Paris.”
My vision swims in sudden rage.
“What?”
“Thayer?” Nicolette’s panicked voice screams on the other end of the phone. “Is my sister okay? Thayer, tell me Savannah’s okay!”
I hang up the phone and run to the spa. I know what I’ll find before I get there.
