Vaughn’s eyes slid toward Flick.
“Your little girl friend wasn’t found.”
The tavern went dead silent.
Flick stiffened beside me.
My pulse dropped straight to lethal.
“What did you say?” I asked quietly.
Vaughn grinned through blood.
“She was relocated.”
No.
Flick’s breath caught sharply.
Tate swore under his breath.
Wolf’s expression darkened instantly.
Trigger looked ready to kill somebody with his bare hands.
But all I heard was the roaring in my own head.
Relocated.
Not hidden.
Placed.
My eyes locked onto Vaughn’s.
“Who sent her here?”
His smile widened slowly.
“That’s the fun part, Ranger.”
Thunder exploded outside hard enough to rattle the entire tavern.
And Vaughn whispered:
“Somebody you trust.”
33
FELICITY
Icouldn’t breathe.
Not fully.
Not after:
Somebody you trust.
