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“I heard the same report over here.” He shrugs his shoulders and looks back at me.
“My people have found the same… fucking nothing.” She’s been gone for three days. With all the power we possess, it’s infuriating that we can’t find her. “Damn it.”
“How likely is it that Cassia just ran off?” Zane asks.
I look at him in surprise.
“Why do you ask?”
He cocks his head, his expression cold once more. “Why don’t you answer?”
I wonder how much he knows. One thing about every palace is that the walls have ears and eyes. Nothing is truly private. I did my best to conceal my plan with Cassia, but what if someone knew? What if someone heard?
My gut clenches. “What do you want me to say?”
“Answering a question with a question, are you sure you’re not a Winter Fae?” he asks, but there’s no amusement in his voice.
Fuck. He knows something.
I’m not sure what to say. I don’t have an answer for him, and that’s the truth. Does he want a percentage? My best guess? An estimate of the probability? If I’m being honest, it’s a fifty-fifty chance that she ran off over being taken. None of that matters though. The only thing that does matter is finding her and bringing her back.
“It’s possible she left of her own will,” I tell him, then push on, ignoring the shock on both of the men’s faces. “But does it really matter if she did?”
“She could’ve run off?”
I swing my head to the door and spot Forrest standing in the doorway, shirtless, and angry. The massive Fall Fae fills the entire doorway, his long, auburn hair streaming down his back. The scar going through his forehead, eye, and cheek seeming somehow redder against his pale skin. His chest rises and falls rapidly, and he radiates the energy of a man who’s about to explode.
Normally, this is the time I ignore the bastard, not wanting to start a war between the Fall and Summer Fae just to appease my ego, but with the mood I’m in, I’m not sure he’s going to find me so easy to tame.
When I don’t respond, his face contorts in a way I’ve never seen before. “Cassia might have simply left on herown?” He takes a step into my room, his eyes locked onto me. His scar pulses, and he narrows his eyes.
Well, this should be fun.
“It’s possible,” I tell him in the most dismissive tone I can muster.
“What else haven’t you told us about Cassia? Aboutyouand Cassia? She obviously feels most comfortable with you. Why is that? And why would she have run off? You need to start talking. Now.” Forrest moves with every word he says until he’s hovering over me.
I stand, and he makes no effort to move back, so I bump him with my chest to get him out of my space. He pushes me, and I fall back onto my bed.
This man did not just push me.
I process what Forrest just did for about a millisecond, then leap off the bed and lunge for him, pushing him so hard that he hits the wall. I take a step back and set my feet. We can do this if he wants to. No one makes demands of me. And they definitely don’t do it in my palace, inmy own damnbedroom.
“You don’t have anything to say?” Forrest goads me, his back still against the wall.
I maintain my stance and wait. I’ve seen Forrest fight. His people are all fighters. He’s going to come back at me, and I’m going to be ready.
Cobar groans, and I know he’s rolling his eyes even though I’m not taking my eyes off of Forrest. “Guys, come on. We have better things to focus on. Our mate’s missing.” He doesn’t stand between us though because he’s no fool. He’s been around us long enough to know how we feel about each otherwithoutCassia involved.
This has been a long time coming.
“Still nothing, you bastard?” he growls.
I only see red. The red of Forrest’s hair, and the rage he’s bringing out of me. Every feeling I have right now is balled up with my anger, and I just want to explode on Forrest. I want to punch him until I don’t feel anything at all.
Until I don’t miss Cassia.
Until I’m not terrified she’s dead.
