Page 71 of Wrath
Wyatt chuckled and then had to step away in case he forgot about the meal he’d cooked and take her straight to the bedroom. “Breakfast is getting cold. Come on.”
He served their meal on the table beside the kitchen bench and then helped Misha down from her perch. Instead of walking, she clutched him like a baby koala.
She grinned playfully. “Take me for a ride.”
“Oh, I’ll take you for a ride, all right,” he replied darkly, sensual visions already swimming through his mind.
Damn it.
Pancakes.
“Promise?” She winked up at him as he deposited her in her seat.
As they enjoyed their first official meal together, Wyatt couldn’t help his thoughts wandering back to her confession. Raising Alek when she was still a child herself must have been tough.
After his family’s extraction from the lab, he’d had an idyllic childhood with Mary and Flint. With their new identities keeping them safe, they worried about nothing except managing the internal sensations of their sin. They went to school. They dated. He never went to prom because of the years training in combat, but he went to culinary college afterward. It had been one of the things Mary and Flint had insisted on, that they had half a life of normalcy.
He’d had time to focus on himself. Misha had only just begun.
He could help with that. Get rid of Dimitri. Get her back to her yoga. Help with her family.
It felt good to have a purpose again.
“So,” he said in between bites. “Alek has been texting me.”
“Oh?”
“He hasn’t mentioned it to you?”
“No. I’ve hardly said a word to him since they’ve been gone. Just that one phone call.”
A tickle of unease washed over him. “I thought you were in contact.”
“No.” She pushed around her food with her fork. “My phone is still at the club. I thought you knew that.”
Wyatt’s fork clattered to the plate loudly, and for a few seconds, his heart stopped. “But he said he’d been texting you.”
“What?”
“Shit.” Wyatt pulled out his cell and dialed Alek’s number. Alek couldn’t speak to answer, but he might text back. He might hand the phone to Roksana.
“Wyatt?” Color rushed from Misha’s cheeks. “What’s going on?”
Abruptly, he began pacing as he listened to the dial tone ring. And ring. And ring.
“Wyatt?”
When their gazes clashed, he couldn’t hide his concern, and they’d promised to be honest with each other. “Alek told me he’d been texting you. Your phone is at the club. He’s not answering. It doesn’t add up.”
“But… but you said they’re all safe. That my family is hidden where no one can find them.”
A cold feeling washed over him. “He’s not safe if he’s been lured out of there.”
“Oh my God.” Misha’s hand covered her mouth and her eyes watered. Then suddenly, she ran into the bathroom and closed the door.
“Misha?” He jogged after her and knocked on the door. “Don’t worry. If he’s missing, I’ll find him.” When she didn’t answer, he began to worry. “Misha? Are you okay?”
“I’m fine,” came her lackluster reply.
