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And Taylor wasn’t the only one who thought that the odds were on his side. As another bout of foreboding shivered down my spine, the phone indicated an incoming text. “Hang on, Jack—I think he just contacted me.”
I switched screens. It was the address from Taylor. “Okay,” I said, switching back to Jack. “His address is Twenty Keeshan Court, Altona.”
“We’ll begin the scanning process immediately. Take your time getting there, because the more time we have, the better it will be for you.” He paused, then added, “And be careful.”
“I will be.” Whether it would be enough was another matter entirely. “What about Aunt Riley? Shouldn’t she be involved? Or at least informed?”
“Riley contacted me a few minutes ago. I’ve told her the situation is in hand.”
I snorted softly. “I can imagine what she said to that.”
“Yeah, she may be older, but she certainly hasn’t mellowed.” His tone was wry. “Avoid contact with her. I can’t stop her from searching for her brother, but we need to get this done before she finds him. There’s already been enough people hurt today. I do not want her on the list as well.”
God, I hadn’t even given a thought to the men and women who would have been with Rhoan in that house. “I hope there weren’t any deaths.”
“Two, I’m afraid. We didn’t get them to the hospital in time. It’s only thanks to the comlinks that we knew they were in trouble.”
The comlinks were small disks inserted into the earlobes of all guardians, and they worked in a similar fashion to the earrings I wore—only the comlinks had a “panic” button that sent out a distress signal when things went bad. “Have an ambulance waiting nearby. If I can get Rhoan out before I step onto the astral plane, I will.”
“Do not jeopardize your life to save his,” Jack warned. “Rhoan would not appreciate it.”
No, he wouldn’t, even though he’d do exactly the same for me. I hung up, only to have the phone ring yet again. I glanced at it, but the number was blocked. Trepidation surged anew, but I hit the ANSWER button and said, “Hello?”
“Risa, it’s Markel. I overheard your conversation with Taylor from the astral field and have returned to flesh. I will be able to meet you at the location Taylor gave you.”
“You’ve cleared it with Hunter?”
“Yes. Neither she nor the council currently has any desire to lose your services, so I am to do whatever needs to be done.”
Considering he was a Cazador and could basically do anything he liked to get the job done, that was a pretty chilling statement. “The only thing I need you to do is to get Rhoan out of there.”
“I’m sure that is not what Hunter—”
“In this case, I don’t care what Hunter wants.”
He hesitated, then said, in a distinctly cooler voice, “If that is your wish.”
“It is.”
“I shall be there in fifteen minutes.”
“See you then.”
I hung up a second time, then met Azriel’s steady gaze. “I have a really bad feeling about all this.”
He half raised a hand, but let it drop before he ever touched me. And at that particular moment, I almost hated him. I certainly hated the reasons he was distancing himself almost as much as I hated the madman I’d soon have to face. Right now, I didn’t want distance and I certainly didn’t care that those reasons made perfect sense. I just wanted the comfort of his arms wrapped around me, the heat of his body pressed against mine, the tease of his lips against my ear as he whispered everything was going to be all right.
Even if we both knew it was a lie.
Something flicked in his eyes, but he didn’t move or otherwise react. “You are not unprotected on the plane, Risa. You have Amaya, and she will do all she can to keep you safe. As I will.”
“I know. It’s just that—” I hesitated, and rubbed my arms. “He’s not sane, Azriel. He’ll do the unexpected.”
“Undoubtedly.” He hesitated, and a flash of frustration ran across his otherwise impassive expression. “I wish I could do more, Risa. I really do.”
My gaze searched his for a moment, and I suddenly realized he wasn’t talking about fighting, but rather the desire to comfort me as I longed to be comforted. I clenched my fists against the increasingly familiar urge to rant and scream in the face of the unfairness of it all. There was no point in saying anything, let alone ranting. We’d hashed this all out a hundred times and there was nothing more to be said unless he changed his mind. And I couldn’t see that happening anytime soon.
“You’d better remain invisible until we get the lay of the house,” I said, somehow keeping my voice even. “I don’t want Taylor setting off a damn bomb because he spots you.”
