Page 41 of Enzo

"Maybe she went to her friend's house," Ven ventured.

Enzo nodded his head, but he didn't believe that for a minute. She would have told them, called them on the phones she insisted they get so they could stay in touch. He had balked butgave in eventually. Even Declyn and Cole had a phone now. Soon they all would have one because of Deja and her mission to make their lives better.

His smile slid away. She was missing, and he was worried. They hadn't been together long, but he knew Deja wouldn't leave without telling them. Something had happened to her; that's the only thing that would keep her from coming home.

"Did you call her?"

"I called several times then I stopped." He had a weird feeling that if he kept calling her, he would put her life in danger. It didn't make any sense. As far as he knew, the ability to sense your mate was all fiction, something they held onto because it legitimized who they were. But some swore to it. Whether it was true or not, Enzo wasn't sure, but he wouldn't risk Deja's life because he was having trouble accepting how he felt.

The phone rang, and two pairs of eyes focused on it like it was the enemy. The second ring had Enzo diving over the side of the couch to answer it.

"Hello?" Please be Deja.

"Enzo, it's Cole." He looked at Ven and shook his head; it wasn't Deja.

"What's happening, Cole?" There was no reason for him to be up this early or calling.

"There's a female outside of The Wolves' Den. She's banging on the door and demanding to be let in. I think she knows Deja since she said her name at least ten times. I thought you might want to know. I've kept her off the relays, so no one knows, but I'm sure Declyn has seen her. The fact that he's not here tells me he is going to let you handle the situation, but I think you need to hurry."

Cole hung up without saying goodbye. Enzo stood up, the long gashes in his side opening to allow blood to flow. Ven looked at him but didn't say anything as Enzo wrapped it tight and headedfor the door. Neither of them had come out of last night's fight unscathed, but until they found Deja, they wouldn't be trying to rest or heal.

"She must be Deja's friend," Ven said as he followed Enzo out the door.

"I agree, so we need to be careful. We also need to remember that the shield let Safire in."

Ven stopped before his long legs caught up to Enzo again. "Do you think she's like Deja?"

"I do, but we don't have time for that now."

Ven agreed; all that mattered was Deja.

They stopped when The Wolves' Den came into view. Standing on the porch banging on the door was a female that had glorious curves that reminded him of Deja, but she wasn't Deja.

"Enzo, Ven, come out! I need to talk to you." She yelled loud enough for the whole neighborhood to hear.

Everyone knew she was here, but no one came out, and that was a testament to what Deja meant to them. They wouldn't risk scaring her friend.

They walked to the bottom of the steps.

"Safire?" Enzo called out.

She stopped beating on the door and turned around. There were two males standing at the bottom of the steps. Two very handsome males. One was too young; she dismissed him and turned to the other. Now this one could start her engine revving, but for some reason, her body said meh when she looked at him. He must be Enzo, and the other one would be Ven.

"Enzo?" She walked to the edge of the porch and looked down.

"I'm Enzo. How can I help you? Deja's not here right now."

A look of panic came over her face as she descended the stairs.

"I know. I wasn't sure who to go to after I got her message from last night. It was you or the police, but she trusted the two of you more than she trusted the authorities. I'd blame it on thecurrent political climate, but in this case, it has more to do with the police turning a blind eye to Matt."

They both looked at her, not understanding what she was saying.

"That doesn't matter. Listen to this; I got it when I woke up. I went to bed early last night, and my phone was in the kitchen. Something I never do."

She opened the phone and played a voicemail back. Deja could be heard clearly as well as a second voice that demanded she get into the car.

"He's the one who was in the car the night I brought Deja here," Enzo said, his voice low and deadly.

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