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Well, look who’s back? Now you’re not planning on warning anyone about this, are you? It’s our little failsafe.
Mary recognized Sandrine’s voice. She immediately tried to leave her dreamglide but couldn’t. Sandrine already had hold of the dream-world vehicle and was pulling it toward her.
The next thing Mary knew she’d lost complete control of her dreamglide and Sandrine was taking her swiftly through the main suite of rooms. She couldn’t even leave the dream-world.
She knew she had only seconds before she’d fall under Sandrine’s spell. Fergus, she cried out desperately. Can you hear me?
The response was instantaneous. Yes, but you sound like you’re in a tunnel. Oh, shit, Mary what have you done?
I’m in the dreamglide in Sydon’s headquarters. Explosives. Southwest entrance, with a spell. Did you hear me? Fergus?
But nothing returned.
Fergus. Explosives. Southwest door. Fergus!
Still, nothing.
She could only hope her message got through.
Sandrine brought the dreamglide to Sydon’s desk. “We have a visitor, my darling. It seems Fergus’s fae lover has returned in her dreamglide.”
Sydon looked up, one brow raised indifferently. “Can you bring her to earth?”
“Of course.”
“Then do it because as you can see I’m a little busy.”
Sandrine turned toward Mary and smiled. She floated in a slow circle around the entire circumference of the dreamglide. As she moved, Mary’s thoughts grew loose and distant.
When Sandrine closed the circle, the dreamglide fell hard to the stone floor at Sandrine’s feet as though wrecked.
Mary lay prone in the dreamglide as well and she grew dizzier with each passing second, though she could hear Sandrine on her phone.
“I want you over at Mary Somers’s house, the one on the street that backs up to the Graveyard. Yes, the veterinarian. You’ll find her on her couch. I want her transported immediately to Sydon’s HQ. If you value your lives, you’ll be quick about it. Oh, and shoot her up with amber.” There was a pause, then a snap to the witch’s voice. “Yes, you heard me right. Flood the bitch with amber flame.”
Mary processed these words and finally realized that Sandrine had called for a physical pick-up at Mary’s home. Since it was still light out, she could only suppose that Sandrine and Sydon had humans in their employ.
Her last thought, before she passed out, was an awareness she’d be shot up again with drugs. Last time it had been dark flame. But this time, it would be with the horrendous amber flame, a substance used to tame female wolves who worked in the Savage Strip sex clubs.
~ ~ ~
Fergus stood very still at the head of the table in his strategy room. He was surrounded by his team, but had never felt more isolated or alone than from the moment he’d lost contact with Mary.
She’d provided extremely valuable information with her warning a
bout explosives at the southwest entrance and had probably just saved dozens if not hundreds of lives because of it.
But had she lost her own in the process?
He tried repeatedly to reestablish contact with her, but couldn’t. Was she being silent in order to protect herself or had something else happened?
As the minutes passed, he grew increasingly uneasy that he couldn’t reach her. By the time dusk was falling, he was on a group communication with the alphas from the remaining fourteen packs. Each would protect his pack and keep his wolves from going war-mad, while Fergus would take a team to Sydon’s HQ as soon as full-dark arrived.
When at last the automatic steel shades came up, he glanced out at the dark night sky. He tried reaching Mary again, both telepathically and through her dreamglide, but got no response.
Because of his fae senses, he knew she was no longer in her home and that she’d been unable to escape Sydon’s HQ. He sent his squad over to her house anyway, just in case he was misreading the signals.
Ryan reported back two minutes later. “When we arrived, the front door was off its hinges and Mary was nowhere to be seen. But there’s more. We found a syringe reeking of amber flame on the floor next to the couch. We’ve searched the house. Mary’s gone.”
