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“Does anyone know where he is?” I growled.

“No,” Storm said, sadness weighing down her words. “The accident knocked me out. When I woke up, I saw him shoving Riley into another Hummer and then he took off. It happened too fast for me to catch them. I’m so sorry!”

Declan twisted in his seat to touch her knee. “It’s alright. We’ll find them. But Ryan, I’m sorry, but I cannot promise I won’t kill the bastard when we do.”

“I can’t promise you’ll get to him first.”

Ryan’s panic attack had subsided fully, and now righteous anger filled him and he was furious. His eyes darted everywhere as he tried to look for some indication of where his father had gone. This newest offense from his dad was pushing him over the edge.

“Storm, sweetheart, did you see which way they went?”

“Yeah, they headed out of town, I think. He got to us before we even made it to the pizza place. He went the other way, not back toward Riley’s house.”

“Okay, good job remembering that, hurricane. It gives us somewhere to start.”

She took a shaky breath but nodded. Tears still clung to her lashes, but she managed not to cry. The poor thing was as scared as we were, and she was beating herself up over this. I needed to make sure she knew none of this was her fault. To be separated so violently from her bonded mate, especially right after coming off a heat, had to be so hard.

“Wait! Storm, did you and Riley complete your bond?” I asked, catching her eye in the rearview.

“Um, yes?”

“Oh, thank the gods. Your bond will tell you where to go. It’s going to want you and her to be together. Listen to it and let it guide you to her.”

“I don’t know how to do that.”

“Close your eyes. Let your bond speak to you. Take your time.”

She gave me a look of disbelief, but she listened. Her pretty green eyes shuttered closed, and she leaned back against the seat. I slowed the car down, knowing that until she told me where to go, we were driving blindly. We had no clue where he had taken her.

“I don’t feel anything specific. It’s like I am being overwhelmed by her fear and sadness.”

“Shit,” I whispered. I hadn’t thought about that. How much of Riley’s feelings were affecting Storm?

“Storm!” Ryan gasped. “Where is my phone?”

“Oh, uh, I don’t know . . . . Riley had it to call the pizza order in, but I don’t know what she did with it after that . . ..”

“Vic, if she still has it on her, can’t you track it?”

“Yes! Declan!”

“Already on it!”

He whipped his phone out and opened the tracking app we had on all our phones. It was quiet for several seconds and he shouted out in victory.

“Got it! It keeps blinking in and out, like there is terrible service, but the dot isn’t moving. If she has the phone on her, I know where she is. Vic, go straight for about three miles, then make a left.”

“On it.”

With Declan giving us directions, I sped up, and before long, we were coming up to a home. It was set back off the street with trees covering the front. If we hadn’t had the confirmation of the dot from the location tracker, I would have driven right past. I slammed on the brakes and whipped the car into park. Ryan reached for his door handle, and I hit the lock button.

“What the hell?” he said, yanking on the handle. “Let me out, Victor.”

“No, Ry. I want you and Storm to stay here.”

“What? No way. She’s my omega too,” Storm snapped.

“I agree! No way I'm staying here!”

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