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Taking my screen back to the desktop, I wearily clicked on the tracker app. Hopefully, she still wore the bracelet Clay bought her for her eighteenth birthday.
Kane paced up and down as he waited for her to answer his call. “Answer the fucking phone, Lacey,” he ordered. Because that’s how he made it sound, Kane, the guy from the lowest house, ordered our soon to be queen to answer her phone. “Where are you?” His voice was now soft and full of concern.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
He hit the loudspeaker so we could all hear her but the sound of a horn beeping continuously in the background took over the airwaves.
“Kane,” she breathed as though her lungs had run out of air and I realised that this was her pain.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“Someone…” She sucked in a large quantity of air. “Shit. The car… trying…”
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“There’s a car trying to run you off the road.”
“Yes.” Her voice was scratchy.
“Fuck princess, where are you?” Kane shouted.
Beep! Beep! Beep!
“I’m… the.. road to… to… Hallam Vil…”
“Keys,” Seb hissed. Carter dug his hand in his pocket and threw his keys to Seb. “We should’ve been doing our job, not leaving her on her own. We need to find her before it’s too late.”
“We’re on our way, Lacey. Try to find a route away. Use your magic,” Kane said.
“Oh fuck,” Lacey whispered, but her voice was stronger than before. “Another...”
“Who Lacey?” Kane asked. His broad back expanded as he inhaled loudly. He swung around, then stilled on his feet, but his body shook wildly. His eyes glazed as he stared at each of us, and it was as though he knew already before she spoke.
Lacey gasped, then there was no sound at all.
“LACEY,” Kane shouted.
But there was nothing but silence, not even the sound of a horn.
Chapter 37
Lacey
Ikickedbacktheengine and the air filled with another roar, but it was the squeal of tyres motoring over the tarmac behind me that cemented my stomach, filling it with dread.
Kane begged me to use my magic, I could hear his muffled voice as it came through the bluetooth again, but I’d already tried and failed, and travelling at speeds that were faster than I was used to, it was too difficult to continue the conversation, but I didn’t want to hang up the call either.
Racing this road, with me ahead and then not, though, in reality, I was not vying to get ahead; only escape. The vehicle next to me was having no problem keeping up with my bike and its presence was so close now, I could feel its power before it touched me.
I twisted the accelerator and increased my speed once more, leaning lower against the handlebars of my motorbike, but my nerves were fraying and certainly not helped by the crazy beats of my heart.
I had no fear of the speed I was travelling but the car growling beside me was what kept my heart rate spiked.
BEEP! BEEP!
I turned my head and peered to my right, just as the car swerved toward me and a flash of metal brushed against my leg. Not quite hitting me again, and I realised the driver was toying with me. It was like the time before, just close enough to let me know how easy it would be. Because this car could have hit the bike more than once and veered me off the road—but it didn’t. No, this was a game of cat and mouse, and it was as though the person inside was playing a game with my life.
Their twisted idea of fun.
