“I don’t know, yet. We need a party out searching for him. Now!”
A few minutes tick by and then Arthur comes back on the phone.
“I’ve got people shutting down his escape routes. Seems he had a plane at the airport ready to fly…had being the operative word. Tristan’s blown it up.”
“I bet he enjoyed that. He’ll be celebrating the fact he’s had the chance to destroy something that big, for a long time to come,” I chuckle.
“What about the girl?” Arthur asks.
“Please,” Megan whimpers as her legs give way. I drop to the floor with her, cushioning her fall.
“I’ve got her. She’s alive. She’s not in a good way, though. I need to get her somewhere safe.”
“Bring her to the mansion,” Arthur orders.
“No,” I respond instantly, knowing that will be the worst place for her with so many men coming and going. “I’m going to take her to my place.”
“Not a good idea,” he replies.
“It’s the only idea I have at the moment. I have to protect her, Uncle.” The words coming out of my mouth stun me with their urgency.
The line goes silent for a few moments before Arthur speaks again.
“Ok. We’ll talk later,” he says and then hangs up.
I take a few minutes to figure out what the fuck I am doing. Megan’s exhausted herself trying to escape. She’s placid in my arms, now, and I bring her in closer. I lean forward and whisper into her ear, “We’ll find him. I promise. You have to trust me.” She shifts, so she can look up at me.
“You’re here to save me?”
I nod.
“You won’t hurt me?”
This time I shake my head and respond, “No.”
She pulls the blanket off to expose her shoulder.
“I have a tracker in me. He’ll know where I am.”
I look up at Kay. A knife drops into his hand.
“I’m sorry.” I tell Megan, and she knows instantly what I mean as her body tenses.
“Do it,” she whispers and buries her head in my lap. I hold her close, wondering exactly what I’m getting myself into as Kay removes her tracker.