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“Now,” he says, his gaze finding mine, “I need to have a little chat with the pilots about our new flight plan.”
His eyes lock onto mine for a moment, and I see the hunger there again, barely contained. He makes a sound – a soft snuffling noise that reminds me of a rabid animal. The sound raises every hair on the back of my neck.
Then he blinks, and the moment passes. Turning, he walks toward the front of the cabin, leaving me swaying on my feet and fighting not to collapse.
The cockpit door is just a few feet away. Once he’s in there, once he’s convinced the pilots to change course, we’ll be completely at his mercy.
I press harder against the wounds on my neck, trying to stem the bleeding. The drug is still making me weak and dizzy, but I have to stay conscious. I have to find a way to stop this…to stop him.
The passengers are still staring at me, waiting for someone to tell them what to do, waiting for someone to save them.
“It’s going to be alright,” I tell them. “You’re going to be fine, I swear.” I’ll do whatever it takes to make good on my promise.
37
Fury
I stride toward the Sentinel Security building. My dragon is restless, clawing at me with barely contained rage. I can’t blame him. Every instinct I have is screaming at me to shift, to take to the skies and hunt down the bastard who has Shadow.
I would do it, too, if I knew where the hell she was.
I just came from Webb’s house, but his wife told me he wasn’t there. Late meeting at the office, she said. Good. I need his resources, his connections. I need every favor he can call in.
The lobby of Sentinel Security is mostly deserted at this hour, with just the PA still at her desk. She looks up as I storm through the glass doors, her eyes widening slightly at whatever she sees on my face.
“I need to see Webb,” I say, not bothering with pleasantries.
“I’m sorry, but Mr. Webb is in a meeting right now. It’s impossible—”
I don’t wait to hear the rest. I stride past her desk toward Webb’s office.
“Sir! Sir, you can’t just—” She scrambles from behind her desk, trying to intercept me, but I’m already pushing through Webb’s door.
Webb is sitting at his desk across from a man in a suit. They both look up in surprise as I enter, but I only have eyes for Webb.
“Damien?” Webb frowns, clearly taken aback. “What the hell—?”
“I need to speak with you in private,” I cut him off, my voice steady despite the chaos raging inside me. “It can’t wait.”
Webb studies my face for a long moment, and whatever he sees there makes him nod. He turns to the man across from him with an apologetic smile.
“I’m sorry, Richard. Would you mind if I…?”
“Of course,” the guy says. “I don’t mind at all. In fact, why don’t we finish this tomorrow? It’s getting late.” He looks at his watch.
“Thanks so much for understanding,” Webb says. “This looks urgent.” He glances at me, and I give a tight nod.
Richard gathers his papers. “Of course. I’ll ask your assistant to reschedule on my way out ”
“Great. Thanks again. Please tell Kelly that she can go home.”
Richard nods. “Good evening, gents.”
The moment the door clicks shut behind him, Webb’s full attention is on me. “What’s going on, Damien? You look like you’re about to murder someone.”
He’s not wrong.
“Claire is in trouble,” I say, the words coming out with a guttural edge. “She’s been abducted by Kozlov.”
