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“You want a blanket?” He asked.
“I want you to go away and never come back,” she muttered, turning onto her side, away from him.
A moment later, the door clicked as it closed, and the bolts slid back into place. She was locked in the room again. Alone.
CHAPTER31
Garrick
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“He’s still not answering.”Bastian slammed his phone down on the kitchen island countertop.
“Of course, he’s not.” Garrick paced behind him. “He has Ariella already; why would he answer you.” He checked the clock on the microwave for the tenth time. Waiting wasn’t exactly something he did well, and it was all he could do while Finn and Ursa were tracked down.
They had to still be in town. At least that’s what Garrick convinced himself once he agreed not to go flying off to Caspian just yet.
“I’m going to break every fucking bone in his body. If she’s hurt, I’ll break them twice.” Garrick tried to keep the images of her broken and injured from roaming through his mind, but he’d seen too much evil already, not to know what she could be going through.
Bastian checked his phone when it vibrated.
“Fuck.”
“What?” Garrick was behind him in two strides, reading the text over his shoulder.
I’m coming to you. Five minutes. Stay put, Bastian.
“Henry is on his way.” Bastian pushed the phone across the counter.
“It’s who she wants anyway, right?” Garrick asked. “She can have Henry and anything she wants from him; we just want Ariella. And then I want Ursa’s fucking head.”
“Any news?” Mrs. Antoinette wrung her hands as she approached them.
“Not yet.” Garrick tried to gentle his tone, but there was little hope of that happening while their girl was out there with a crazed aunt.
“You’ll find her.” Mrs. Antoinette grabbed hold of Garrick’s hand and squeezed. “You’ll find her and bring her home.” She pushed a comforting smile.
“We will.” Garrick gave a hard nod.
The doorbell chimed, and Garrick swung around toward Bastian.
“Could he be here already?”
Bastian shrugged. “It’s possible.”
Garrick marched through the house to the front door, waving Grimsley away. He jerked the door open. Henry Trident stood on the front porch. His long black coat covered him from knee to chin, starkly contrasting his white beard and long hair. His dark eyebrows shot up when Garrick held his stare.
“Garrick Titon,” Henry stated.
“Henry Trident.” Garrick wouldn’t let him try to intimidate him, not in his own house.
“I understand you’ve lost my daughter,” Henry said.
“Henry.” Bastian pushed past Garrick. “Come in.”
Garrick made room for Henry to enter the house, but only barely. Lost his daughter? No. He’d found Henry’s daughter after he pushed her away.
“Ursa has her.” Henry pulled his leather gloves from his hands, one finger from a time.
