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Matt knocks over his drink, the liquid seeping across his cherry wood bar top. “What the fuck, bro?”
“She’s gone.” I say, chest heaving.
I can’t breathe.I can’t breathe.Fuck, I don’t evenneedto breathe.
I lean against the door frame, struggling to keep myself upright. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Composure, Sam.
I need to keep my head straight. It’s the only way we’ll find her.
“What do you mean, she’s gone?” Matt asks, rising from his stool.
Just then, the door to one of the bedrooms swings open. Francis saunters into the room, his forehead wrinkled in concern.
My teeth ache, mouth pooling with venom. “You fucking asshole.” I lunge toward him, fangs parted and ready to strike.
I grab him by his shirt and shove him against the wall, pushing my body closer to his. I lock eyes with him, looking him straight in the face. “Give me one good reason not to kill you right now, Francis.”
He wears a mask of confusion, glaring at me likeI’mthe one who fucked up. “Because I’m already dead?” he mutters.
I wrap my hand around his neck, squeezing. “Wrong answer.” My fist flies out, hitting him square in the nose. A sickening series of cracks ring out, and Francis’ face pours with dark blood.
“Enough,” Matt growls.
Suddenly, I’m pulled backward. Matthew’s arms encircle my torso, holding me tight. His gaze focuses on Francis, who’s busy wiping the liquid from his upper lip. “Francis, what did you do?”
My brother looks oblivious. “I didn’t do a fucking thing!”
“Liar,”I spit. “You told Jane I’d change her. She got upset with me-” My voice breaks.
Fuck.
The breathlessness returns. I yank against Matt’s hold.
He releases me, but my legs feel weak. I lean against the wall, rubbing a hand over my eyes. “She said she just needed air. Told me not to come after her. But when I did, she wasgone.Someonetookher.”
Francis glares at me. “I didn’t tell her you’d change her. She askedhowsomeone was changed.I’mthe one who told her to give you time.”
Matt looks between the both of us, but I don’t even care what he thinks. We’re wasting time. Jane is out there, naked, and possibly injured.
I push away from the wall. “It doesn’t matter. We just need to find her.”
Matt holds up his hands, halting me. “Wait. Just wait a fucking minute.” He sighs, crunching his knuckles, something he always does when he’s nervous. “How do you know she was taken? Did you see someone with her? She might have just wandered off, got lost-”
I shake my head. “There were tracks. Someone was with her by the water. Her footprints go cold mid stride, and I lost the bastard’s scent in the woods.” I stare at Matthew, making myself very clear. “Someonetook her. Rune’s men, most likely. Whoever it was is carrying her on foot.”
Matt and Francis share another stupefied look.
I grit my teeth. “We need togo. Now.”
Matthew looks behind me and shakes his head. “We can’t, Sam.”
“The fuck we can’t,” I snarl. My body is phasing between tense and that useless panicked feeling.
Stay alert, Sam. Find her. Protect her. Keep her safe.
Francis pats my shoulder. “Look, man. We can’t.” He points behind me.
