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“Wait here.” Cain moved her out of the way. A mass of people were getting in and out of taxis. One taxi driver had rolled down his window to holler at someone. One taxi stood there with the back door open, but the passenger hadn’t gotten out yet. Cain raised a hand, waving at the next empty vehicle.
Suddenly, Jet yelled his name. “Cain!”
Her voice suddenly cut off, and he whirled—
Just in time to see her laptop bag slide off her shoulder and hit the ground as someone in the back of a black taxi yanked her inside.
She tried to grip the edge of the door, but her attacker was stronger and pulled hard. She disappeared from view as the taxi pulled away, the back door still open.
Fuck.
Adrenaline rushed into Cain’s system. He sprinted after the vehicle.
Jet. Fuck.
The door was still open, and he could see her struggling with someone in the backseat.
That was his pixie. She was a fighter.
The taxi’s tires screeched as it dodged around another car. He pumped his arms and legs, sprinting onto the road. The taxi picked up speed.
The taxi door slammed closed. Pushing with all he had, Cain got close. His fingers brushed the trunk.
For a second, he met Jet’s gaze through the back window. Her lips moved.
Cain.
Then the driver put their foot down and the car sped away.
Cain couldn’t keep up. He slowed to a stop, his lungs heaving.
He’d lost her.
“Fuck. Fucking fuck!” They’d barely landed, and she’d already been snatched.
A lethal calm settled over him.
No onegot to hurt her.
Andno onetook her from him.
He turned and strode back toward a line of cars dropping passengers at the terminal.
He saw one man get out of the driver’s seat, helping a woman who was obviously his wife with a suitcase. He quickly scanned around, dropping his head. He’d studied the airport security cameras and knew he was in a blind spot.
Cain pushed open the driver’s door and slid inside the car.
A man started yelling in French.
“Sorry, buddy.” Cain stepped on the accelerator and sped away.
He pulled out his phone and connected to the hands-free. He tore out of the airport, tires screeching, and headed toward the city center. He tapped his phone.
“What?” a deep voice answered.
“It’s Shade. My Sentinel Security partner was abducted at the airport.”
His local CIA contact cursed.
