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“Your guide?” Vir asked.
I shrugged. “Yeah. I hired a guy and his team to lead me out here. To follow my dad’s journal. He was looking for Shuldar, you know. Had been for years. He’s the reason I’m here. He went missing.”
I was babbling now, talking about anything I could think of to try and distract myself.
“Who is your guide?”
“You’d like him,” I said with a laugh. “Tall, stubborn, and annoyingly mysterious, kinda like you. Calls himself Aaron Greiss. I dunno who he is. Tall, really pale, blue eyes way lighter than yours. Almost unnaturally so.”
Vir’s lips twitched. “I’ll be damned,” he rumbled. “Blond hair? Sharp facial features, smooth sweeping cheekbones? Walks like a predator? Exudes sex?”
My jaw dropped open. “Youknowhim?”
Vir shrugged. “We should go find him. Come on. I’ll lead the way.”
“Better hurry,” I said, shoving aside the million questions I had.
“Why?”
“Because,” I said tightly as we crossed the cavern and entered the tunnel. I blinked as my eyes adjusted to the pitch black of the tunnel. “My head is hurting worse. He’s nearby, and he won’t be alone.”
Up ahead, Vir grunted.
“Vir?” I called, rushing forward as I heard something hit the ground. “Vir, are you okay?”
I nearly tripped and fell over something. I reached down, my eyes adjusting at the same time, and I realized it was Vir. He had a huge bump on his forehead.
“He’s quite close by,” a menacing voice said from behind me. “But I’m closer. Time’s up, little wolf. My patience with you is at an end.”
Then, something struck me in the back of the head.
Chapter Fifty
There was no dreamland visit this time.
One moment I was awake, kneeling over Vir’s unconscious body, and the next, I was shooting back to awareness fueled by a headache vicious enough to give a god pause.
“You know,” I growled through the anger rising in me. “I am gettingreallysick and tired of being knocked out. Do you people not realize that brain damage is a thing?”
When there was no response, I tried to sit up. My head was on fire, and I was nearly blinking back tears. I could feel Johnathan around somewhere. It was his father, Lars, who had appeared in the tunnel out of nowhere, but my Soulbond pulsed with my mate’s nearness. They were both close.
Closer than I thought.
I got halfway up into a sitting position before I could go no farther, the bonds on my chest and wrists holding me down. I thrashed and tried to get free, but I couldn’t. Grunting, I strained, trying to pull my wrists apart, using all my shifter strength.
“Don’t bother,” a familiar voice said from nearby in low tones. “You won’t rip them.”
“Vir?” I called.
“Yes. They’re silver bonds. Your strength means nothing to them.”
I groaned, lying back down on the cold stone, using its cool touch to soothe my aching head. My vision was returning now, and it dropped into the lowlights. There was light emanating from somewhere, but I couldn’t see from what. Still, it allowed me to look over and see Vir.
He was trussed up on top of a slab of stone. Glancing down at myself, I could see I was likely on a similar stone, pedestal-like spot.
“Where are we?” I asked. “Any ideas?”
An unfamiliar sensation fluttered through my chest. I glanced to my left, but no one was there.
