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“Sorry for him,” Melinda tells us and sits down next to Easton.
“Don’t apologize,” her brother hisses, leaning back and looking at Lucas out of the corner of his eye. He refers to being held spellbound as “brain raping,” and I can’t totally blame him. Vampires aren’t able to hold witches spellbound, and as far as I know, I’ve never had my memory altered.
“Do you have anything new?” Lucas asks, cutting to the chase.
“There might have been a sighting in Millennium Park an hour ago,” Melinda says, getting out her phone. “Someone started using the hashtag Davy Jones, and it’s kind of become a game to find this guy. This is the best photo that’s been posted.” She shows us the phone, and the photo is fuzzy at best, but it might work.
“Well, that’s one fucked-up game of Where’s Waldo,” I note, leaning in to look at the photo better. “If that is him, there’s a good chance he’s still in the city. On foot, he can’t get far that quickly.” I put an X on the map. “Where are we?” I ask.
“Here,” Lucas says, pointing to our location. “About five miles away from where the demon might have been spotted last.”
I nod, mind whirling. “The demon is looking for me. I know you aren’t going to like this, but I need to do something to get his attention.”
“No need,” Melinda says, looking at her phone. She taps on a notification. “I think I found him.”
“Where?”
She flips her phone around, showing a breaking news story about an elderly man who collapsed from a heart attack and then miraculously sat up and walked right of the ambulance.
“Authorities are concerned he’s in shock and are asking for the public to be on the lookout and call 911 if he’s spotted,” she reads for us.
“Does it say where he was last seen?” Lucas asks.
“Ummm…” Melinda scans the article. “Yeah. Someone said they saw him walking into The Willis Tower, and another said he went upstairs to The Metropolitan Club and was lost from there.”
Oh, shit. I inhale sharply and look at Lucas. “That’s where Abby is.”Chapter 30“I’ll drive,” Lucas says and gets up, holding out his hand for me. I gather up my stuff, shoving it in my purse, and throw my coat over my arm, not bothering to put it on. The four of us rush out the door, buzzing right past Carl. Cold night air hits me as soon as I walk out, and a shiver goes down my spine. Blindly shoving my hand in my purse, I feel around for my phone, not finding it until we’re in the Jeep. I call Abby, and the call goes to her voicemail.
“Dammit,” I mutter and keep my phone in my lap, pulling the seatbelt over and clicking it in place. My fingers tremble a little, and if the demon knows who I am, then there’s a good chance it knows who Abby is, too, and it could take her as a surefire way to lure me out. It’ll take us fifteen minutes to get there if we don’t hit traffic, and that’s not including having to find a place to park. I try Abby again.
“What do you think the demon is doing inside the Metropolitan?” Melinda asks as Lucas speeds away.
“If it’s seeking out like-minded people, it went to the right place.” I turn, looking at her and Easton. “Scott Martin is having an engagement party and is asking for donations for his political campaign at the same time.”
“Tacky,” Melinda says, and I nod.
“I know. But Abby and Phil are there, and I cannot get ahold of my sister.” I try her again, and the phone rings and rings. “I don’t have Phil’s number.” I call Abby again. “If the demon hurts her…” I trail off and shake my head.
“We’ll be there soon,” Lucas assures me and accelerates fast, driving into the other lane to go around a car. He’s always driven recklessly, as someone who is invincible does, and has toned it down for my sake.
I’m tense the rest of the way, and Lucas drops us off at the front of the building. He’ll catch up once he parks.
“Isn’t there usually security at these events?” Melinda asks.
“Yeah, but that won’t be a problem for us,” I tell her, putting a hand on my stomach as I speed walk toward the doors. The last time I was here, the building was still called the Sears Tower, and that’s what I still refer to it as in my head. I was seven, and it was the summer before I was shipped off to the research lab. I don’t remember much, other than Abby being scared to step onto the observation deck and Scott shoving her forward, laughing as she cried. I’m pretty sure she still has a fear of heights because of it.
