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“No harm in calling 911, Park. Want me to do it?” She reached around to her pocket and grabbed her phone as Dylan clung to her other arm.
“I got it.” He pulled out his own phone, but looked up at Dylan then Brandy before dialing. “Are you guys okay?”
“We will be.” She squeezed Dylan to her side, dropping a kiss on the top of his head.
“And Reardon?” Parker held up a hand while he gave the 911 operator the details then disconnected. “Where is he?”
“I think… I think Flidae took him.” It was the only conclusion that made any sense.
“Took him? Where?”
“I don’t know. I’m… I’m not sure where to look either.” She closed her eyes, remembering how Flidae had thrown Reardon against the wall. That goddess packed a great deal of power—power she’d use to punish the werewolf Brandy loved. “I have to find him though. I have to.”
Parker opened his mouth, but Chella stirred on the couch and he put his hand to her cheek. “Chella? Baby, can you hear me?”
She struggled to sit up, putting a hand immediately to her head. “Such a headache.” Her voice wasn’t much more than a croak.
“Take it slow.” Parker propped her up with some throw pillows. “Let me get you a drink.”
“No.” Chella cleared her throat and grabbed Parker’s wrist. Her brows lowered and her eyes darted from left to right as if she were watching something.
Brandy actually looked to where Chella’s gaze was focused on the fireplace across the living room. “What are you looking at, Chella? Do you see something?”
Chella put a hand to her stomach, and Brandy thought the woman might be sick. “I see a huge, black wolf tied in a stone chamber by a golden rope.” Slowly, she focused wide eyes on Brandy. “He looks cold.”
“She’s got Reardon tied up.” Brandy put a hand to her mouth, desperate to make demands of Flidae to release Reardon, but she had no idea if the goddess could still hear her. And if she could, would Brandy further anger Flidae and put Reardon more at risk?
“Reardon?” Chella slid her legs over the side of the couch and Parker sat beside her, smoothing his hand over her hair, rubbing her back.
“Take it slow, baby,” he said.
“I’m okay.” Chella turned to look at Brandy. “What does Reardon have to do with that black wolf? The wolf looks like that huge one at your sanctuary. Albert, Albacor…”
“Alator,” Dylan said.
Brandy glanced at Parker. “You didn’t show her the video?”
He shook his head. “I wasn’t sure what I was seeing when I first watched it. I knew I had to keep whatever Reardon was away from you.”
“He’s not a threat.” She squeezed Dylan closer.
“He doesn’t mean to be.” Parker rubbed his forehead. “But let’s review tonight’s events, shall we? Dylan was kidnapped. Chella was possessed. You and I got knocked around by an ancient Celtic goddess. Last, but not least, Reardon got taken by said goddess and is apparently being held captive like a common mongrel.” He puffed out a breath. “Does that about sum it up?”
“Unfortunately.” Brandy’s shoulders lowered as she held Dylan, eventually dropping another kiss on the boy’s head. “But he didn’t hesitate to save our lives when that car was barreling toward us in town. I owe him.”
She owed himandshe had things she wanted to give him freely. Her love. Her soul. Her normal human existence. She wanted to be like him, to be so closely bonded with him, to enjoy the gift he could give her. All her life she’d been fascinated by tales of shifters, thinking them no more than fantasy.
But they’re real.As real as a six-foot-plus, smoking hot, super sweet, time-traveling werewolf can be. God, she missed him as if someone had come along and stabbed her in the chest, carved out her heart, and left a gaping hole.
Sirens cut into whatever reply Parker or Chella had, and Brandy hugged Dylan closer as the sound grew nearer.
“I said I was fine,” Chella said. “Confused maybe, but fine.”
“I’d already called.” Parker held up a hand to a protesting Chella. “And it won’t hurt to have a quick exam. Then I’ll show you the security cam footage so you’ll be up-to-date.”
“What am I supposed to tell the EMTs?” She angled her head to the flashing lights now flickering through the oversized living room window.
“We’ll say you passed out. I’ll take care of the talking. You sit and looked exhausted.” Parker went to the front door to let the EMTs in.
