Page 104 of Sleigh Bells and Snowstorms
I couldn’t be in two places at once. It was either follow the tracker or head straight for Julian’s house.
The driver in front of me righted their car and started moving again. I made my decision. Follow the tracker. If I was wrong, I’d never forgive myself. But my instincts said that dot would lead me to her.
Although there wasn’t anything she could do, I rang Maple to keep her apprised of the situation.
“Yes?” she answered.
“Julian took Natalie.”
“What?”
“She disappeared out the back of a shop. Dragged. There were tracks in the snow.”
“Obviously, I’m not in my office, but—”
“No need. I’m in pursuit. In a fucking snowstorm.”
“The tracker is still on his vehicle?”
“I hope it is.”
“Jensen, there are about a thousand ways this could go wrong.”
“I’m aware. Doesn’t matter. I’m going to find her. And I’m going to rip that bloody prick to shreds.”
“Jensen—”
I ended the call.
A second later, my phone rang again. I was about to tell Maple not to try to talk me out of anything, but it was an unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Jensen Lakes.”
The voice on the other end sent an icy chill through my veins. “Archer Prince.”
“It’s been a while. Shall we catch up?”
The tires slipped, but I kept the car on the road. “I’m a bit busy at the moment.”
“I’m sure you are. I’d be looking for her too.”
My blood turned to ice in my veins. “Where is she?”
He clicked his tongue a few times. “Patience, old friend.”
“If you touch her, I’ll rip your fucking face off.”
“It hurts when someone steals from us, doesn’t it? I’d say this is no less than you deserve.”
“What are you talking about? You can’t mean the Emerald Crown?”
“Why not?”
“When did you become a jewelry thief?”
“You know me. I like beautiful things. Like your lovely lady.”
