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“What now?” I snapped.
“Hello to you to,” a feminine voice answered.
“Kylie.”
“Nate, what’s going on?” Kylie’s fear bled through her every word.
“I’m not sure. Joriel told her some stuff, bad stuff that I should have told her a long time ago, and she took off. Samuel thinks she’s on a plane. Look, I’ve got to go. I’m heading back to your place.”
“Okay, I’m on my way.” And I got hung up on for the second time in under two minutes.
I couldn’t help remembering Kylie’s warning that I would live to regret it if I ever hurt Sierra. She was more right than I could have imagined.
I landed in front of Sierra’s back door and burst inside, barely retracting my wings in time to keep them from catching on the doorframe. Kylie was already there with my brothers.
“She doesn’t have family or friends outside the area,” Kylie was saying. “I have no idea where she would be flying to. Her suitcase is still here, along with all her toiletries. I don’t think she took anything besides her purse.”
I glanced at where Samuel sat at the table with Sierra’s laptop open in front of him. “Have you found anything?”
“Her search history has been cleared.”
“Can you recover it?”
“Of course. But it’s going to take time we don’t have.”
“It’s better than trying to follow a fucking plane. She could be on another flight before I even get out of New England.”
Samuel looked at me, his gaze steady. “Following the bond is a waste of time. According to Kylie, you’ve taken her flying. She knows how to keep you from catching up to her, at least until she runs out of money for plane tickets.”
My heart jolted painfully at the thought of her running away from me. How had I managed to screw this up so badly so fast? “So what are you suggesting?” He’d better not tell me to sit around doing nothing.
“Go to Georgia. Dantalion is the main threat to her right now. So go straight to him. Take my rental and avoid all public transportation. I’ll keep looking, see what else I can learn about Sierra’s actual whereabouts, but chances are good she’ll end up with Dantalion. He has demons all over the place.”
“If he has Sierra, I’m not going to be able to sit back and wait for him to attack me first,” I warned them.
“We know,” Joriel said. “I’ll take care of that part. I just need a ride to the elevators.”
I stared at him dumbly for a full second before it clicked. “Jor…”
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have told Sierra about the Nephilim law without at least warning you. This is my fault, and I want to make it better.”
“You could die.”
Joriel nodded. “I could.”
“I can’t ask you to do this,” I whispered. If he didn’t go, my chances of survival dropped to zero—either Dantalion would kill me or Heaven would after I kick-started a war between Heaven and Hell.
Joriel smiled sadly. “You’re not asking.”
“It’s settled,” Samuel said easily, as if this wasn’t possibly the last time we’d all be alive in the same room together. “Nathaniel, drop Joriel off and then head to this address.” He slid a sticky note toward me. “I’ll call if I find anything new on Sierra’s whereabouts.”
* * *
It had beeneight weeks since I’d stood in this lobby. It looked exactly as I remembered, the stark white interior blank and cold. It was too white, too empty.
Joriel stopped just inside the glass doors and turned to face me. “When you get to Georgia, don’t hesitate. I’ll get Lucifer to lift his protection, I promise you.”
I nodded. “Thank you.”
