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I will never forgive myself.
When I arrive, my driver and bodyguard are still at the gatehouse. Like Darragh, Dan, and Jeff, he’s come around, although he looks a little worse for wear.
“What can you tell me?” I wish there was time for niceties, but I don’t have a minute to spare if I’m to stand a chance of getting my wife back in one piece.
He blinks slowly, the drug making his movements sluggish. “Andrew stopped the car, got out, and came into the gatehouse. He moved that fast, sir. I don’t even remember him saying anything.”
“Was my wife with him?”
“No, sir. He was alone.”
A fresh deluge of anger flows through my veins. He put my fucking wife in the boot.
“I’m sorry I can’t tell you more.”
I nod. “Go on up to the house. Maeve will make you something to eat.”
“Thank you, sir.”
I jerk my chin at my bodyguard. “Go with him. He’ll be unsteady on his feet. Gerard, stay here and guard the gates. I’ll send someone to relieve you shortly.”
The two men head for the house. I follow them, but as I near the front door, my throat clogs up. I need a breath, a moment to pull myself together. Everyone will be looking to me to lead them. I can’t fall apart. Not now. Not until she’s safely back in my arms.
Veering to the right, I skirt the side of the house. The garage doors are wide open. Little wonder. It’s notlike Andrew would have bothered to close them after stealing one of my cars. I head over and peer inside.
Where is Sorcha’s Saab?
It isn’t here.It isn’t here.
Elation courses through me. Andrew, you stupid fucker. You could’ve taken any car other than that one, and I wouldn’t have had a clue where you were. Knowing how stubborn and hotheaded my wife could be, I didn’t trust she wouldn’t ignore my warnings and take the car out alone, so I had a tracker put in it.
I slide my phone from my pocket and pull up the app. A red dot blinks, showing a location about a thirty-minute drive from here. Breaking into a sprint, I race into the house and go looking for my brother.
“I know where he’s got Sorcha,” I announce to Liam the second I lay eyes on him. “Get the team ready. We move tonight when darkness falls.”
Chapter 44
SORCHA
What happened?
Where am I?
Awareness pulls at my brain like it’s an ant trying to drag me through treacle. A shard of panic slides under my skin as a better question strikes.Whoam I?
Keeping my eyes closed isn’t helping the throbbing behind my eyes and at the base of my skull, and my whole body feels weighted, like I’ve been buried under wet sand.
My tongue is stuck to the roof of my mouth, and when I try to move, nothing happens.
There’s a weird burning on the side of my neck. Did I get stung by something? Is that why I feel this fucked up? Am I having an allergic reaction to a sting?
My eyes fill with tears right as the shivering kicks in. What the fuck is wrong with me? Am I sick?
“She lives.” A voice I think I recognize sounds closer than I’d like it to be.
I try to move, but pain shoots up my arms.
“Don’t do that, Sorcha. You’ll only hurt yourself.”
