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But when the twenty-minute mark rolled around, I started to worry. If it had just been about him being late, maybe I wouldn’t have been so stressed. He might not be close to my power levels, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t a dangerous and powerful supe.
It wasn’t just that though. My instincts were shouting at me, getting louder with every minute that ticked by.
Something was wrong.
Very, very wrong.
I had to find him. Now.
The Seraphim had scattered after our meeting, and I didn’t want to delay further by seeking one out. Instead, I texted the one I needed as I strode out of the front door.
Noah
I think something’s happened to Jeremiah. Can you search the CCTV along the route from his place to ours? He was walking.
Nate
On it.
You need the others to go with you?
No, it’ll slow me down. Have them on standby though please.
I launched myself into the air, letting my wings spread wide and catch the wind. The shouting of my instincts was a scream now. An insane pressure was pushing on my chest too, driving my wings faster.
It wasn’t a tug, but a crushing sensation. And it didn’t seem to be coming from the direction of Jem’s house.
No, it was coming from beneath my feet.
My stomach pitched. I couldn’t think of what that might mean. Not before I knew more.
If something had happened to Jem…if he’d been taken back to that place…
There’d be nothing to hold back my wrath.
I flew the route Jem would’ve taken, frantically searching the pavement for any sign of him. But there was nothing.
My mate was nowhere to be seen.
When I reached his house, I plummeted from the sky like a stone. I didn’t bother trying to soften my landing, cracking the tarmac as I landed. Jem wasn’t there, but Nox was. For some reason, one of the sons of Lucifer was there too. Mori. I thought that was his name.
Right then, I didn’t care.
Grabbing Nox’s arm, I barked in his face, “Where is he?”
Nox frowned. “Noah? What’s wrong?”
His brain wasn’t working fast enough. “Jeremiah. Where is he?”
Nox exchanged a confused look with Mori. “He said he was heading back to you. He hasn’t been gone long though. Maybe he got distracted.”
I tugged at my hair in frustration. “No. Something iswrong, Nox. I can feel it. Right here.”
I drilled a finger into my chest, right over my heart. The one Jem had owned long before today. “He’s in trouble, Nox. I don’t know where he is, and he’s in danger.”
“Fuck,” Nox swore. “Is he alive?”
I faltered. He had to be, right? I’d be able to tell…wouldn’t I? We weren’t bonded, but surely there’d be some sign?
