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A roar fills the other end of the line, followed by a series of loud bangs before the line goes dead.
“That went well,” I mutter before returning my focus to Storm who has started pacing up and down the length of the office. The tension in his shoulders and jaw is so tight I’m afraid he might snap something if he doesn’t release it soon, but I don’t see that happening. “I need your phone.” I hold my hand out as he passes me, never faltering in his steps. “We need to know how far out Tommy is,” I say on his next pass, but he doesn’t pause. Instead he continues toward the far wall before turning back again. This time he does pull his phone from his pocket and shoves it at me on his way past.
I quickly unlock the phone and dial the most recent number. “You should really put a passcode on this thing,” I tell him as ringing fills my ear. The moment the call connects, I’m speaking. “Where are you?”
Tommy huffs at the sound of my voice, but I’ve never known the crazy fuck to hesitate before speaking, which tells me everything I need to know before the words fill the line. “There was an accident. Wynter and Snow are both missing.”
I tighten my hold on the phone, the sound of the metal creaking under my hold only makes anger burn brighter. Not only do we not know who the fuck is coming after us, but now they have two of our women.
“The crash site is fresh. They must have got the girls out of the car and taken off in the last few minutes, but there’s no way for me to tell which way they’ve gone.”
“Trackers?” I force the word through my clenched jaw.
“Jammed. I’ve tried tapping into Wynter’s engagement ring and it’s coming up with nothing.”
“They were using a signal jammer to stop them from calling for help. Maybe they haven’t turned it off yet.”
“That could be it. What do you want me to do?” he asks.
Storm snatches the phone from my hand. “How banged up is the car? Is there blood?”
“The car did exactly what Everett designed it to do and took the brunt of the impact. There was a little blood on the dash on the passenger side, but apart from that I think both girls are okay.”
Storm and I let out a collective sigh of relief. “Head back to the estate and keep an eye on the trackers. I want to know the second one of them comes back up.”
“You got it, boss.”
I drop into my seat and allow my eyes to drift over the cameras I was watching Snow on half an hour ago and the anger grows hotter, burning me from the inside out. I have to get my woman back, but I can’t do that if I don’t know where she is.
“They’ll be okay,” Storm murmurs. “They have to be okay.”
63
Snow
“Snow,” someone whisper shouts from a few feet away, but my eyes remain glued shut. There’s something at the edge of my memory that I don’t want to remember, and maybe if I can keep my eyes shut and my head buried in the sand, I won’t have to deal with whatever it is.
“Snow!” they say louder this time, the voice so familiar it almost pulls me from the abyss of blissful ignorance. “I swear to God, if you don’t wake up, I’m going to kill you myself when we get out of this.”
Wynter.
The car.
Being followed.
Hitting my head.
Memories crash into me all at once and knock the air from my lungs as panic takes hold. My eyes fly open, and I’m faced with my sister hanging in front of me, her wrists tied and suspended from the beams above. It’s only now I realize my own wrists and shoulders are screaming in pain, the rope around my wrists cutting into me until warm droplets of blood run down my arms.
“Oh, thank God,” she says, looking around the space.
I follow her eye line and frown in confusion. Where the hell are we?
Burned rubble surrounds us, the remnants of the building scattered around the ground until they’re completely unrecognizable. The light is dim, only the moon shining through the stained glass above us illuminates the space.
Wait. Stained glass.
I take another, more frantic, look around us, and my stomach sinks. Oh my god. We’re in the church Elijah and I were married in. The one Rayne and Emerson and my parents all said their vows. It’s unrecognizable after the events of my wedding day, no longer the church I always knew and loved.
