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But still there was no reply. I collapsed against the wall.
Fuck. Something had gone wrong. Something she hadn’t been able to predict with her pre-cog.
She’s alive. The bond is intact.My inner Beast pushed the words at me, spearing through the panic.
Her consciousness had disappeared abruptly from our bond. Like the sun being covered by an eclipse. But the bond itself was as strong as ever. She was still alive.
I forced myself to think. This had happened to my brother when Caly had been kidnapped. He’d been unable to find her, unable to sense her for hours. She’d been snatched from inside the Palace, drugged and hidden from his magic.
I will find you. The words felt like a prayer. On jelly legs I began to run again. She was alive and I would find her. Wherever she was.
And whoever hurt her would die.
Chapter 85
Electra
I had no warning of the attack. One moment everything was calm. The next, a loud boom and female screams erupted behind me. I almost leapt into the air in surprise. My tongue stumbled over the ritual words and I lost control of the net.
Spinning around, I gaped at the sight in front of me. Both Michelle and Bea were on the ground, blood dark on the ground around them. Fuck. I’d had no warning. None.
Electra, what’s wrong?
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t think. I couldn’t get out the words. Thanks to my pre-cog, none of Bastien’s team had ever been seriously injured working with me. And now, I had failed two people, who were only here because of me.
I should have used those moments better. I should have wondered who had taken out my Shifter bodyguards and how they’d done it without my pre-cog alerting me to the danger. I should have remembered the spell that smothered magic. I should have run.
Instead, I just stood there like an untrained idiot and when the next sigil-covered drone dropped, it got me.
Chapter 86
Bastien
The rest of my journey through the prison was a blur. I had a vague awareness of people trying to get in my way. Maybe there’d been bullets. I didn’t notice. I didn’t fucking care. The only thing I cared about was catching up to my Pixie.
When I burst through the door from the kitchens, the scents of the prison at night hit me. Concrete. Dust. Industrial cleaning agents.
I took a deep inhale through my nose, drawing on my Beast senses, everything inside me quivering with desperation.
There. A faint trace. My body swivelled like the needle on a compass. That way.
Everything around me blurred as I ran faster than I had ever run in my life.
Hold on baby, I’m coming for you.
I had to hope that whoever had taken her was still on foot. Perhaps they were carrying her to a vehicle. I had to reach her before they could get her too far away. I would find her, wherever she was taken, but my whole body… my soul… revoltedat the thought that she might be abducted. My little Pixie had gone through enough already.
My lungs burned, legs and arms pumping, sending my body hurtling through the night. I passed her guards. My sensitive ears told me their hearts still pumped. They were still alive. They would heal.
But my Pixie was human. If she was hurt, she would need my help.
Her scent teased me. Closer. Closer.
The buzz of a helicopter reached my ears. The bird passed overhead, low. The pilot was looking to land.
Fuck no.
Not my little Pixie.
