Page 100 of My Haven
He closed the door, leaving her alone in the dark, dank cell. There was a small window, it seemed like these places always had a tiny window to let in enough light to remind the prisoners that they weren’t free.
The breeze from outside smelled of sunshine, grass and earth. “Caiden,” she whispered. “Help.”
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“I’m telling you, no one minded a bit of water,” Arlo said, reassuring his new mate.
Troy gave him a flat look, the corner of his mouth upturned slightly. “I can almost guarantee you they did.”
They walked arm in arm, through the Lower City. Arlo talked Troy into leaving the temple to visit Genevieve at the Nu house. He missed his best friend, and he was starving. His man was many things, but being a cook, wasn’t one of them. Plus, hewanted something different to wear, not that he had had his clothes on much.
An older woman stopped Troy, a frail hand on his arm. “I heard you just got yourself mated,” she said, eyeing Arlo.
Troy patted Arlo’s hand that was on his arm. “This is Arlo, my mate.”
The older woman surprised him by smiling. “Lord Primrose, you better announce it quick. I heard one of them new enforcers telling a poor woman that because her mate hadn’t announced their mating, she was being taken in for questioning.”
Troy scowled. “Since when do we have to announce our matings?”
The woman clucked her tongue. “What has the city come to?”
Troy ground his teeth. “I’d like to see them try and take my Arlo,” he growled.
Arlo nearly swooned. “God, you are a sexy beast,” he said, fanning himself.
Troy blushed, as the old woman laughed. “Announce it, just to be on the safe side. He’s human, isn’t he? The woman that was taken was human too.”
Arlo froze. “What?”
Troy pulled him close. “There’s no way Caiden would let something happen to Genevieve.”
Arlo turned to the old woman. “Can you describe her?”
The old woman nodded. “Pretty, young thing. Dark hair. Had one of them backpacks.”
Arlo waited impatiently. “Anything else?”
“She had just come from the orphanage. She said she’ll be cooking for them now.”
Arlo grabbed his chest. “Where did they take her?”
“That new enforcer building,” the woman said, pointing away from them.
“Arlo! You can’t go after her.” Troy wrapped his arms around Arlo’s chest to keep him from running.
“Like hell I can’t! I’m going to shove my Italian loafer so far up their asses, they’ll be chewing on leather for a week!” he screamed.
“We’re outnumbered and they have the support of the Witches’ Council,” Troy said, holding tight.
“She’s my family!”
“We have to get Caiden!” Troy yelled back.
Arlo stilled.
Troy continued. “He has the political clout, muscle, and magic to get her back. The sooner we get to him, the faster we can get her back.”
“Did you say Caiden, as in Caiden Ironwood?” an older man asked, walking toward them, his arm wrapped around a small boy.
