Page 107 of Destined to Fight

Asta replied right away. “Nope, she hadn’t run anything by me for the day, but I thought she’d be back by now.”

Five minutes, no reply from Ginna.

Kelly sat and tried to eat her salad, but dread began to fill the space her appetite had occupied.

Ten minutes, no reply.

Kade, something’s wrong. Ginna isn’t responding to texts, and she’s not back.

He stopped his work and ran through possibilities in his mind. I’m sure she’s fine, lass.

No, something’s wrong. Did she drive? Can we track the car or her phone?

Frustration seeped through their link from Kade.

I know you think Arcane can take care of yourselves, but just check on her, please.

Kade nodded and sent a message to Connor to track Ginna’s phone.

Eating wasn’t going to happen at that point, so she put her salad in the fridge. Going back over to the couch, she channel-surfed for a few, but nothing seemed interesting.

Kade pushed at her mind, and she opened up to him.

Connor cannae find her phone.

Dread turned to certainty that something was wrong. Ginna wouldn’t completely disable her phone to the point they couldn’t track it.

We have to go find her, Kade. Something’s wrong.

I’m sure there’s an explanation, lass. She is a capable woman.

Frustration consumed her, and she sent all of it at Kade. He recoiled a little, and she almost felt bad for it—almost.

The reality was, she couldn’t go anywhere. At this point she’d likely die in this house, and she sure as hell wouldn’t be able to help Ginna if the woman was in danger.

Shutting off her mind to Kade, she went to their room. Kelly didn’t have her own room for the time being, because Siri had taken hers. Not that she minded shacking up with Kade. It just left her with no privacy in a moment like this.

She grabbed her phone and computer and went into Kade’s room, locking the door behind her. The lock was pointless, but maybe he’d get the message if he tried to open the door.

Ginna hadn’t mentioned where she was going or who she was seeing, which left Kelly without much to go on.

Kelly sat in the middle of the bed and opened her computer. She quickly checked her email and saw that someone had posted a comment on her blog.

It seemed odd. She hadn’t written in a month, and she hardly got blog comments when she did write consistently. A quick click opened the email, then she selected the link for the blog page.

The blog someone had commented on was an old one about child trafficking in big cities. That issue hadn’t been on anyone’s radar in Dallas for over a year. She wondered why anyone would care about it.

Scrolling through the blog brought back memories as innocent faces stared back at her. When she got to the comments section, she stopped. The new comment had been left only fifteen minutes ago.

Such a sad thing to see innocents caught in the crosshairs, huh, Rookie? So glad that old warehouse was shut down.

Holy shit. No one ever called her Rookie, no one but Ginna. This comment was from the people who had her, and they were keeping her in the abandoned warehouse by train tracks downtown.

An ad popped up on the screen. Just as Kelly was about to click the X at the top right corner, Ginna’s face replaced the ad picture. Come alone or she dies! Flashed on the screen in bright red lettering, then the pop-up disappeared.

How in the hell was she going to get out of the house without anyone knowing? There were vampires galore, and Fabian would know when she changed room. Leaving the property would never happen.

Think, Kelly, think.

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