“It broke during a fight a couple of days ago; he has a new one.”
“I see.” So Ronan hadn’t abandoned his phone because of him; he guessed that was a good sign.
“What have you done?” Saxon blurted.
“What had to be done. I have Simone.”
“Simoneis your mate?”
“Yes,” Killean grated. “Do you know her?” One thing Saxon loved was beautiful women. Killean had no doubt Simone would have spurned any advances Saxon might have made toward her, but he didn’t like the idea of the notorious playboy looking at Simone with any kind of interest.
“Not personally, but I know she’s Kadence’s friend and was supposed to be the intended bride for Nathan.”
“And now you know something else about her. Say hello.” Killean handed the phone out to Simone.
Simone’s eyebrows rose at this statement and the strain pouring off him. She couldn’t hear what was being said on the other end of the line, and didn’t know who Killean was talking to, but the scar on his face was more visible, and the fisted hand on his lap was white. She wished she knew what was going on inside his head, but she’d have a better chance of solving the mystery of life than puzzling out this man.
Her gaze traveled to his chest, and her head tilted to the side when she spotted a faint white scar over his heart. Simone had no idea how she hadn’t noticed it yesterday, but she’d been so swept up in him, she wouldn’t have noticed a tornado coming through and tossing them into Kansas.
Simone leaned forward and pressed her ear to the phone. “Hello.”
“Simone?” a voice she didn’t recognize inquired.
“Yes.”
Killean pulled the phone away and rested it against his ear. “See, she’s free.”
“Is she a Savage?” Saxon asked.
“No, they turned her, but I got her out of there before she became a Savage. The hunters captured with her are all well on their way to becoming one though. I couldn’t get any of them out, and I don’t know where they are.”
Almost a full minute passed before Saxon replied. “Areyoua Savage?”
“I got her back,” Killean said instead of answering. It didn’t matter what he was anymore.
“That’s important.”
“It’sthemost important thing,” Killean stated.
“What are you going to do with her?” Saxon inquired.
“Get her out of this state, if I can.”
“That sounds… intriguing. Which state would that be?”
Killean filled him in on everything he’d learned while with Joseph and what they’d gone through since escaping him. It wasn’t much, but it was more than the Alliance had known about Joseph before.
“You think they’re in a bunker in Vermont?” Saxon asked when he finished.
“I got the impression we were underground and of being inside a bunker. If it’s in Vermont or not, I don’t know. It could be in New Hampshire, Maine, maybe even Mass, New York, or Canada for all I know. I believe the wedding was in Vermont,we’rein Vermont, but as for the location of the bunker, your guess is as good as mine.”
“I’m not much of a guesser.”
“Neither am I,” Killean said.
“What are they bunkering down against?”
“I have no idea.”
