Lyam wouldn’t betray his family. I may not know him as well as Thayer or Fabien, but I know that Lyam would rather die than betray the people he loves.
I can trust him.
“I’ll go but I keep my weapons.”
“You keep your weapons pointed away from my men.”
Jesus, they’re all the same.
“Fine.”
I get in the car. Two men flank me, their weapons drawn, as the rest climb into the car. One taps his phone and seconds later, Mario and Lyam are on a screen.
My heartbeat slows and I blow out a tight breath. I recognize Le Luxein the background.
Thank God I made the right decision.
I need to tell him what I know, and I need to resist any attempt he might make at bringing me back to Thayer.
I speak in a sudden rush of words, frantic to catch him up to speed and get help with what I have to do.
“Lyam! I think Nicolette’s been taken.”
He shakes his head. “She hasn’t. I just spoke with her. She’s with Fabien.”
I close my eyes as a rush of emotion chokes me. I want to cry with relief.
Nicolette’s okay.I open my eyes and draw in a deep breath. “Someone texted me from her number.”
He sits up straighter. “Did they?” He and Mario share a look I don’t quite understand.
“How can that happen?”
“It’s not hard,” Lyam says, reminding me that he’s all-too-familiar with underhanded techie tactics. “It can be done on a computer by using the person’s cell phone number. In our case, we’re lucky Nicolette broke her phone, because now we know immediately the text wasn’t from her.”
Ahh.
“So someone wanted to find out where I was.” I frown. “How didyouknow where I was?”
Lyam scowls into the screen, looking not unlike his brothers. “Do you think my brother was stupid enough to use only a collar as a tracking device on you?”
I stare at my body, as if an arrow with the wordtrackerwould flash.
“How did you know about that?”
Lyam blows out an impatient breath. Now he definitely looks like Thayer. “Savannah, the trackers he put on you were in case of abduction, not because he thought he couldn’t trust you.” He shakes his head. “Jesus. The phone you’re carrying has a tracker. The knife and gun have trackers. Even the clothing and wig have tracking devices embedded in them.”
I feel my eyes go wide at this.
“And that haircut Cosette gave you? She wasn’t just cutting your hair.”
I stare at him before I trace my fingers around my scalp, looking for a microchip or something that would give it away.
“You won’t find it. Thayer spent a lot of money making sure you wouldn’t.”
I slam my lips together and stare at the handle of the car door, wondering how I can escape from his hired help, but Lyam sees me.
“I watched footage of you leaving. If I hadn’t been so distracted by Thayer’s arrest, I would’ve prevented that. Why did you leave?”
