Page 93 of Wicked Allure
“Where is she?” Dru’s words were low and lethal.
The postmaster did not answer fast enough. Dru’s usual calm and calculating nature was gone. She crept up the final stair until she stood in front of the postmaster to stare him down.
“My mate. Where. Is. She?”
“It would appear that two draft guards arrived earlier. They said that Ms. Clay had been drafted and?—”
“You let them take her?” Dru moved a step closer to the postmaster, her ire barely contained.
“It is the law, General. No one is to interfere with the draft. You know the rules.”
“Did anyone verify their claims? Verify they were true royal guards from the draft?” Dru demanded. There was no way Tomesha had been matched with another when Dru was certain beyond a doubt that Tomesha was hers. She went off the age-old knowing that all vampires were born with. Tomesha was hers. No one else’s.
“My assistant stated that they were dressed in the royal uniforms?—”
“So, no, you did not,” Dru growled.
Behind him, the warriors took a step back. The air tightened around them. Dru could no longer retain the anger and rage at the lack of competence the postmaster showed. She threw him down the stairs, hard enough the stone cracked beneath him. He lay there, his breaths coming out in a tight wheeze. His eyes were wide as he watched her walk down the stairs.
Her chest throbbed. It had to be the bond. The connection between her and her mate. There was no other reason. The draft was wrong. Dru was always a loyal vampire to the crown, but it would appear this time, the king’s scientist had got this wrong.
Tomesha was hers, and she’d find her.
“I want to know where they took her,” Dru snapped.
Alexander pushed up from the ground, the stench of fear sharp and tangible. She glanced around at all of the warriors. They were useless. None of them had tried to interfere in stopping the supposed guards from taking her woman.
“General. You know they will not tell us—” His words died off the moment her gaze cut to him. He jerked his head in a nod. “I’ll reach out and tell them that you want to know where the human went.”
Tomesha’s fear clung to her. Wherever her mate was, she shouldn’t be scared. The farther apart they were, the stronger the pulse of her mate’s emotions became. It was enough to make Dru see red.
She needed to get her back.
“General.” Orenda’s voice broke through her haze.
Dru snapped her head around to face her warrior.
“We have to go. The queen is expecting us. The jet is fueled and ready.”
Dru wanted to hit something. Break something. Kill someone. She had a duty to the crown, and at that moment, she wanted to ignore that. Never in all her years had she ever questioned anything she’d done for the crown, for her people. That had been her purpose since becoming a warrior.
Now, she wanted to only do what was right for her.
And that was go after her mate.
But Orenda was right. The queen would be expecting her. She couldn’t risk being labeled as a traitor for abandoning her mission. The moment she handed over Solomon’s head, she’d leave.
Whoever had taken Tomesha had better hope they were not there when Dru arrived. Their heads would roll. And whoever the vampire was who’d supposedly matched with Tomesha would turn her back over to Dru.
Or they’d die.
“Find where they sent her,” Dru ordered.
The postmaster pounded a fist over his heart. She stalked to the vehicle and snatched open the door. She slid in and slammed it shut. Her body shook with the uncontrolled rage and fury that burned deep within her.
“Don’t worry, General. We’ll find her,” Orenda murmured. She put the truck in gear and drove off.
Dru settled back and thought of Tomesha’s expression when she’d sent her off to be protected at the vampire post. Her mate had trusted her.
