Page 88 of Tempting Her Dragons

I run for the stairs, Mav beside me. “Call everyone,” I demand. “We will find Saphira tonight. Sally, come with us.” The stairsvibrate as everyone follows. “Tell us everything. I want all the details, no matter how small.”

“Okay.” She keeps pace as I run through the empty club.

“Mav, call Shade. We need the footage of the coffee shop within the next fifteen minutes,” I say.

“Calling,” he says, and we burst out the front door. Sally jumps in the car with us, and I don’t look to make sure the others are following.

“Where am I going?” I ask, grinding my teeth. Sally reaches between us and enters the location into the navigation.

“He’s not answering,” Mav says.

“Fuck,” I growl, pounding my fist on the steering wheel. “Keep trying.”

“She was only gone ten minutes,” Sally says. “She wanted to talk to her friend and get another coffee. We didn’t think anything was wrong.”

“Did you talk to the workers?” Mav asks.

“No. Your mom tracked her scent from the bathroom to the back door. She told me to find you and took off,” she says. “Shit, I’m sorry. I should have gone in with her.”

“It’s not your fault,” I say. “I had the bad guy. We didn’t know anyone else was a threat.”

“I’ll call Quinn,” she says, reaching for her phone.

“Tell him to meet us there.” I barely get the car in park before I jump out and run for the door. I pay no attention to the curious looks of the customers. “Where is the owner?” I ask the man behind the counter.

He looks from me to Mav. “He’s on his way,” he says cautiously. “Is there a problem?”

“Yes, there is. Our woman was taken from here, and we need to see the cameras,” I snarl, and his eyes widen. He backs up, and I know my dragon is just under the surface, and my skin is glowing.

“King,” Sally says, touching my arm lightly. “Maybe I should talk to him.” I grasp the counter and drop my head, trying to gain control.

“Hello,” Sally says, stepping beside me. “Could we talk somewhere more private?”

“I think I need to make a phone call,” he says.

“No, you don’t,” Mav growls, his fist pounding on the wood.

“Friend,” Micah says, appearing beside me. “I’m sorry about my friends, but a member of our family was last seen here, and we want to find her.” I look up to see his eyes trapping the worker in their depths. “You are going to take us into the office, show us your security cameras, and sit calmly while we watch the recordings.”

“Okay,” he says and moves around the counter.

I glance around to see Ryker and Bash speaking to the customers, covering for us. Saphira’s brothers are following. River is close behind them, but Heath disappeared. I prowl behind the man, impatient at his slow, robotic pace.

We enter a small office and have to leave the door open, Laken, Bishop, and River having to stop at the threshold.

“I want to see the footage from an hour ago until now,” I demand, and he freezes.

“Do everything he says,” Micah instructs.

Flexing my fingers, I rock back and forth, restraining the urge to rip off the innocent worker’s head.

“What’s going on?” Quinn asks as he arrives. I tune out their words, watching the interior of the coffee shop appear on the computer.

“Move,” Quinn rumbles, and the chair is vacated. He settles in it, and his fingers fly over the keyboard. “We will find her. Keep your shit together until we do,” he says, looking at me briefly and then Mav. “Save all your rage for the asshole who took her. You can tear him apart.”

“Yes,” I hiss, ready to kill.

“No one will stop us from killing him,” Mav says. “Fuck, there she is.” We lean over the desk on either side of Quinn as Saph appears. We see her stop at the counter and speak to the woman behind it. Their conversation is brief, and then our mate walks out of camera range.

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