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"Just get here." The line went dead.
Jaron exchanged a quick glance with Ianair. "Apollo wants me back at the office."
Ianair nodded. "Go. I'll keep an eye on the mortal."
Jaron's wings unfurled as he took to the sky, making quick work of the distance back to headquarters.
Upon entering the office, he found Apollo pacing like a caged animal. Ceska hovered nearby, looking displeased.
"What's happened?" Jaron asked, a sense of dread settling in his stomach.
Apollo turned to face him. "Someone's been taken. Someone who wasn't on Keegan's list."
Jaron's heart sank. "What? How is that possible?"
"I don't know." Apollo ran a hand through his hair. "But while we were busy watching the people Keegan identified, they slipped right under our noses and grabbed someone else."
Jaron cursed under his breath. This wasn't good. If Keegan's predictions were wrong, then they had no idea who might be targeted next. And if they couldn't trust Keegan's visions…
"You don't think he did this on purpose, do you?" His gaze narrowed on Apollo. He wasn't going to let anyone accuse his mate of misleading them deliberately.
"I don't know," Apollo said. "But I would like to know."
"He wouldn't," Jaron insisted. What cause would Keegan have to point them the wrong way? "Remember that his friends are caught up in this."
Apollo sighed. "He's still a vampire. Who knows what his motives might be?"
"Your mate is a vampire," Jaron pointed out.
Apollo grimaced. "My mate has also told me that Keegan works in mysterious ways."
Jaron swallowed down the response he wanted to give to that. Mordyn had helped him get closer to Keegan, and Apollo was still Jaron's boss.
And it was also true that Jaron didn't quite understand Keegan himself. He didn't yet know him well enough.
But he wasn't going to stand here and let Apollo drag his character through the mud. "I'll go talk to him," he offered.
Apollo nodded. "I would appreciate that. If anyone can get a good answer out of him, it's probably you."
Jaron left without wasting any more time.
He would get to the bottom of this—and hand Keegan the scarf while he was at it.
He only hoped his gift would be accepted.
CHAPTER 10
Jaron landed in front of the Rubyville Nightclub only to find the doors closed to him.
Of course.
It was still light out.
No matter, though. He would just call Keegan. Surely this was important enough to warrant a call even if it was still daytime.
Jaron pulled out his phone, tapped on the screen, and then realized that he didn't have Keegan's number. He groaned. What a rookie mistake.
He stared at the closed doors and his reflection stared back at him from the dark glass. With a resigned sigh, he pressed the doorbell and waited.
