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Remi wanted to laugh. Yes, there were probably Sirens who would stoop to such tactics, but he knew what Thad’s father was like. He was a bigoted asshole that was likely fucking a collection of Supes on the side. It wouldn’t have surprised him to know that he had mistresses in every kingdom. Hell, on every continent.
But the fact that Thad was willing to go this far over his parents’ divorce? He didn’t understand.
He was scared though. With his hands bound and his mouth gagged, he had no power. He wasn’t sure how he’d protect the twins. He couldn’t even protect himself. And because he’d left his phone at the apartment and been brought here in a car, Jeremiah had no way of finding him by technology or scent.
Only… there was an almost shrill pulsing of panic at the base of his spine that didn’t feel like his own. It was wrapping around him, growing stronger by the minute, and he knew what it was. He knew why it was there.
All the lore he’d ever read about the strength of the bond between fated mates came back and smacked him in the face.
No matter how hard he protested, he couldn’t deny it any longer. He wasn’t too human for his birthright, and Jeremiah was his. He was his mate. The fates had given him the Hellhound as his own.
He breathed and closed his eyes, following the threads of their bond out and out and out until he felt something snap into place. He could feel it in his gut when Jeremiah’s awareness locked in, like a sharp bolt of lightning.
His fear melted away as his mate’s rage and determination flooded him. Tears filled his eyes, his breath catching in his chest, when Jeremiah’s deep, dangerous rumble filled his head.
I’m coming for you. Just hang on.
Remi had no idea how it worked, but he knew—without a shadow of a doubt—that his mate would keep him safe. All he had to do was hold on until Jeremiah found him. And then it would all be over.
I’m waiting, he sent back. I need you.
I’m on my way.
20
JEREMIAH
“I hope you’re hungry,” Jeremiah called out as he unlocked the apartment door, juggling the three Styrofoam boxes. “I got a little of pretty much everything. The place smelled so fucking good I couldn’t resist.”
He kicked the door shut behind him and set the boxes down on the counter in the kitchen. Shoving his keys into his jacket pocket, he shrugged off the leather and frowned, glancing toward the bedroom.
“Remi? Did you pick a movie?”
The silence that greeted him had the hair rising on the back of his neck. Lifting his head, he scented the air, and trepidation rippled down his spine.
“Remington?” He stormed toward their bedroom, even though his nose and ears were telling him there wasn’t another person in the apartment. Fear choked him as he threw open the door to the tiny closet and then the bathroom before rushing across to the other bedroom, nearly pulling the door straight off its hinges and being greeted by nothing but his computer and forgotten coffee mug from that morning.
Remi was gone.
Remi was gone.
He became aware of a vibrating noise as he stood in the middle of the living room, the scent of chocolate and sugar mocking him, and tried to get his brain to reboot. The noise stopped but then almost immediately started up again.
Snarling, he ripped his phone out of his pocket, but his surge of anger was snuffed short when he saw Priest’s name, a shiver of premonition working through him. “Priest?”
“They’re gone,” Priest said, voice hard and inflectionless. “The twins have been taken, but I know where they are.”
“How?” Jeremiah asked, lips numb as he stared at Remi’s phone on the couch and stumbled over to it.
“Convinced the guard who was stationed outside their bedroom that it was a good idea to tell me everything he knew.”
“He gonna be a problem?” Jeremiah turned Remi’s phone over and punched in the security code without hesitation, pulling up the texts.
“Drained him,” Priest said, his cold façade finally breaking on the words. “I’m sorry, Jeremiah—”
“I know. We’ll get them back.” He stared at the last text Remi had sent and felt like a hole was opening beneath his feet, dragging him down into darkness and pain. He’d promised him. He’d look Jeremiah in the eyes and promised he wouldn’t run off again.
And he’d done it for a party?
