AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“No,” she said emphatically. “We couldn’t find a trace of anything. We should’ve been able to find magical impressions at the very least of whoever pinned it to the wall of the warehouse, but there was nothing. Whoever left it there knew what they were doing, erased all traces of themselves from it. But maybe somebody with more tricks up their sleeve could have more luck.”
“Okay. Anything else?” He nodded, slipping the note into the inside pocket of his suit jacket.
She dug out a small notebook and handed that over too. “This is everything that we could figure out about the collar, all the theories that we came up with last night. We wrote it all down. Hopefully, that’ll give them a jumping-off point.”
He took it and then stepped forward and clasped the side of her neck. “Thank you. I know you’re disappointed, but you’ve done well.”
“Do you want me to come with you?”
He shook his head. “He’s not going to like it if I bring too many people. Dare will be with me. You and Dominic hold down the fort and keep searching for answers.”
“Whatever you need, boss,” she said with a smile. With one last look at the unconscious jaguar, she hurried from the room.
Darius stepped forward. “You’re calling him, aren’t you?”
Quinten sighed and pulled his phone from his pocket, not bothering to answer. He went through his contacts and found a number he’d never used before.
It only rang twice on the other end before a deep, menacing voice said, “This better be fucking good.”
“Yeah,” Quinten said, keeping his own tone hard and emotionless. “I’m cashing in my favor. Have your witches on standby. We’ll be there in a few hours.”
Chapter Five
As his helicopter passed through the warding surrounding the Kincaid Pack territory, he told his pilot to ignore Kincaid’s instructions to land in a clearing in the southernmost area of the pack lands. He knew it was the farthest spot possible for them to be from where Rick lived with his family and he conducted business, but Quinten wasn’t going to waste time moving the jaguar on the ground.
Less than ninety seconds later, they were circling the large house and landing just outside the gates.
An SUV came flying up the driveway from the main road, and he was unsurprised to see Rick Kincaid stepping out of the passenger seat before it fully stopped. Two witches, one male and one female, both with dark skin, hurried out of the back but stopped when Rick raised his hand to them, stomping toward the helicopter.
He left his pilot, Arnold, to continue shutting down and allowed Darius to pull open the door and jump out first before exiting himself.
Rick’s face was thunderous as he came right toward him, only stopping when Darius growled in warning. “I told you where to meet us.”
“Yes, but I ignored you,” Quinten said, gesturing toward the house. “This is where you’ll be treating him.”
Rick was already shaking his head. “You’re not coming into my house, Amato. We’ll treat him at the clinic.”
Quinten took a step forward, meeting the alpha’s hard stare. The base of his head prickled with instincts to look away, to avert his gaze, but he refused. He refused to show any sort of weakness or submission to this man. He didn’t care that he was basically the most powerful alpha on the continent.
Quinten bowed his head to no one.
“No, you’ll treat him here. It’s the most secure location in your territory.”
“Yes, because my family is in there,” Rick snarled.
“We either treat him in there, or I get a dozen more of my men to meet us here to secure another location. I assumed you wouldn’t want that many in your territory.”
“You can’t come in here making demands,” Rick said. “This is a favor.”
“No,” Quinten said, losing a little bit of his pretend calm, his hands squeezing into fists at his sides. “This is repayment for me saving your goddamn life. In case you’ve forgotten, you owe me. So, you’re going to save that jaguar, and you’re going to do it in your fucking house like you would any other important guest, and then we’re going to leave, and we’ll be square.”
He could practically hear Rick grinding his teeth as he looked from him and Darius into the helicopter and back.
“We’re wasting time here, Kincaid.”
Grumbling under his breath, he waved a hand, and the two witches came running. The driver of the SUV, a blonde woman with curly hair, stayed near the front of the vehicle, but she was eyeing them all carefully.
“Call Doc, tell him to get his ass over here,” Rick called over to her.
