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I squeeze his shoulder and slide my hand away. “I know. It’s a damn shame that he’s not here now and that we wasted four hours away from Sadie, but…” Maddox’s face morphs from one of discontent to fear mixed with anger. “What?”
“We followed a trail to a dead end and left our omega, the one that they’ve been tried to kidnap, alone.”
All of us pause, the reality of what that could mean hitting hard. But I shake my head. “She’s fine. I can feel her. She’s totally content. There hasn’t been a spike of any fear or anything. She’s okay, Maddox.”
He nods, and the rest of us relax slightly, but we all quicken our pace, making it to the car and getting on the road within seconds.
We’re hurtling down the highway, going far faster than the speed limit, when the first trickling of unease filters through my bond with Sadie. I keep it wide open, letting her emotions in so I can figure out what has her worried. It’s not enough for me to panic, not yet. But I want to pay attention to it, just in case it becomes something for us to worry about.
That’s the problem with the bond. Right now, my omega could be feeling unsettled because of some totally normal omega thing like the blanket she’s using is too itchy, or it could be something like she feels like she’s being watched, like she’s in danger.
“Ethan, babe,” I say, trying to keep my voice as calm as I can. “Can you pull up the security cams in the penthouse and check on Sadie?”
He doesn’t question me, just reaches for his laptop and opens it.
“Everything okay?” Logan asks, sounding like he knows I wouldn’t have asked to get eyes on our girl if everything was fine.
“I don’t know,” I say, still trying to keep my voice calm while focusing on the emotions coming to me from our girl. “She feels-”
I cut off on a gasp. The panic I’m feeling in my chest is almost too much. And it’s made worse because I know it’s not fucking mine. Not all of it.
“Go faster,” I say through gritted teeth, one hand gripping the dashboard, the other clutching at my chest as I try to send waves of reassurances to Sadie, my fucking omega. Something is happening to her right now. Something awful.
Something that has her so terrified she can’t think straight.
“I’m already going thirty over the speed limit,” Maddox grunts at me, but he presses harder on the accelerator, taking us to greater speeds.
“We shouldn’t have left her alone,” Logan mutters from the very back seat.
I glance over at him, and instead my eyes snag on Swift, who is pale as fuck and also holding his chest like he can feel her. He looks up at me, his jaw tight, and gives an almost imperceptible nod.
Holy shit. He’s bonded to Sadie too.
How have I not felt him in the bond?
Why didn’t either of them tell me this happened?
Does it even fucking matter?
Not at the moment, no.
Ethan is frantically typing on his computer, pulling up the security footage from the cameras in the penthouse, trying to see what we’re going to be facing when we get there. “Fuck,” He curses. “Fucking fuck!”
One of his fists bashes into the ceiling hard enough to dent the metal.
“What is it?” Maddox asks, knuckles white on the steering wheel, while Logan leans over the seat and Swift crunches to the side to see the screen.
“Someone got into the penthouse,” he spits out. “Some asshole is in there with her right fucking now.” Ice floods my veins and my alpha roars his protest at the threat to our mate.
“What’s happening?” Maddox demands. “I swear to fuck if you don’t tell me right now, Ethan…” He lets the threat linger.
Ethan explains about how Sadie and Claudia were talking about how Claudia screamed and then someone grabbed Sadie, snuck up behind her, has his hands on her right fucking now.
In the next moment, I’m screaming too. My chest is on fucking fire as the bond between me and Sadie ignites in fucking flames. I taste ash on my tongue and then the bond shudders and fucking dies.
“No,” I shout. “No, No, No, Fucking no!” My fingers dig into the space over my heart, the space where I’ve felt Sadie for weeks, the spot that is her fucking home in my soul, trying like hell to find her again, to keep her with me.
I’m sobbing, tears running down my face. She’s dead. She has to be dead. That’s the only explanation. Bonds don’t just break like that, and sure, we didn’t bond during her heat, but that doesn’t fucking mean anything. Our bond was strong, growing stronger every day. The only reason it would be gone is if she fucking died.
