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We stopped long enough for London to lean out the window and tell Helene briefly what had happened.
“We’re heading back home,” he finished. “If you hear anything else...”
She shifted her gaze to me sitting in the rear seat, and our gazes collided as she answered. “Of course, you’ll be the first to know.” She scowled, looking at me as though she wanted to say something.
But she didn’t, just turned away at the same time I did.
Damn her.
I clenched my jaw, drawing my focus from the ache that seemed to rise when I looked at her. I didn’t like her. I didn’t even know her. The images of those photos came back. But she seemed to know me, though, didn’t she?
That wasn’t fair.
Because she was the one who’d wanted it that way.
Tires spun, kicking up stones to blast the underside of the Raptor as we sped away and raced for home. I scanned the trees as we passed, searching for movement. Carven did the same, his gaze on the darkness.
We have him!
We have Colt!
London’s roar still resounded in my head as we drove. We stopped every few minutes, climbing out of the car, calling for Colt as we searched the trees between the slaughterhouse and the city. Still, there was no sign of him. The last hour was a blur, coming from the lowest lows then soaring to the highest of highs. I still felt that choke hold that had gripped me as they’d carried Haelstrom Hale’s body past us to the waiting white can.
I’d thought it was over.
I’d thought we’d lost, until London said those words which changed everything.
We have Colt.
I pulled my attention from the past, forcing myself to focus. But did we? Did we really have Colt?
I wasn’t so sure.
We headed back to the house. The moment we pulled into the driveway, Carven was out, calling his brother’s name. I clawed the handle, desperately running after him. But as we raced along the hall to his bedroom, I couldn’t help the thoughts from racing through my head. What the hell was going to happen when we found him?
Boom!
Carven threw open the door to his bedroom and raced inside. I hit the hallway, London and Guild a step behind. But as we all raced inside the darkened room, we knew he wasn’t here.
“Where?” Carven spun, staring at London. “Where else would he go?” Torment was etched in his mesmerizing eyes as he shook his head. “The old house. He’d go there, right?”
“We can try,” was all London offered.
We headed back out, climbed into the four-wheel drive once, and drove through the city to the other side. My mind raced, unable to shake the nagging feeling that it didn’t matter how many houses we searched. Colt wasn’t there.
Cat…
That hoarse sound Colt had gasped rose as we parked out front of the house I’d once lived in. Car doors opened and closed. That sound was a man clinging to sanity. A man beaten and tortured. A man lost…
“Vivienne?” London called my name, standing outside the car with the driver’s door open.
I jerked my gaze to his.
“You can stay here.”
“No,” I answered, but my hands refused to move.
My scalp pulsed, the memory of my abduction roaring back to me. London opened my door and held out his hand. But it was all too much. Everything. All the desperation. All the longing. I just wanted…peace. Was that too much to ask? “I just want some peace.”
