Page 11 of Her Forbidden Shifters
I held up my hand. “I want to go alone.”
“Savannah, whoever is behind this could be a witch with a vendetta. I’m not sure I am okay with sending you out there alone,” Liam said.
I smiled. “If it was a witch, in order to do something like this, they would have to be extremely high and old. Maybe even stronger than an elder, and no one fitting the description lives around here.”
“Are you sure?” he asked.
“Trust me on this one, okay?” I said. “There’s nothing else to see here.”
“All right,” Liam said and started for the door. I followed him out. When the door was closed, he turned to face me. “If anything happens, I want you to call me for back up.”
I smiled. “I will.”
He stepped closer. His voice dipped low and deep. “Promise me.”
His eyes searched mine and his cologne filled my nostrils, setting my blood on fire and my pulse into a race. I swallowed hard. The close proximity of my boss sent my hormones flaring and I had a sudden urge to kiss him. I held back the overwhelming feeling and nodded. “I promise.”
He nodded and took a step away from me. “Good.”
The air suddenly felt cooler than it had before, and I wasn’t sure what the hell was going on with me. But I was going to have to resolve the issue if I was going to get any work done. Sooner rather than later. And all while not breaking a single rule. There were loopholes, of course, but none I wanted to capitalize on.
Liam walked off and I slowly followed behind him. I was going to have to keep my distance from him, lest I wanted my arousal to flare and break rules that shouldn’t be broken. Not to say Liam was one prone to breaking, much less bending, the rules. He had always been a by-the-book type of guy.
I didn’t want to be the one who changed that.
Besides, I had to keep my head clear to work the case. Avery was depending on me, and I couldn’t let her down. I would never be able to live with myself if something happened to her.
I took several deep breaths as I followed my boss out the door and into the cool, evening, Denver air.
He turned to face me. “Last chance on back up.”
I shook my head. “I need to focus. I do that best when I’m alone.”
He nodded. “Remember you promised me.”
“I haven’t forgotten,” I said.
He nodded, shoved his hands into the pockets of his jacket, and then took off down the street while I climbed into the driver’s seat of my squad car. Minutes later, I was on the road heading toward Noah’s place.
When I arrived, I had to use my badge to get into his apartment, using a similar excuse I had used at Avery’s. It took longer to get up to his place than I would have liked. Every minute counted when it came to finding Avery, and I was no closer than narrowing down who had taken her much less where.
The second I entered Noah’s apartment, I was faced with the grandeur of everything Tempest. From the high ceilings to the walls made of windows, and everything silver and gold. I was reminded of times long past. It was weird being in his place without him, but I let that go for the purpose of why I was there.
I pulled out my pendulum and took in several deep breaths to clear my focus and remove my emotions from swaying the answers I was about to ask for.
“Guide me to the answers of which I seek, take me to the deepest of the deed.”
My pendulum—a small teardrop made of silver, decorated with stones in the shades of the rainbow—gently dangled from my hand at my heart’s level. It didn’t move. A pinch formed in the center of my forehead as I pivoted to my left.
No matter what direction I pointed myself, the pendulum stood still.
I pivoted to my right.
Nothing.
I sighed as frustration crept its way through my body. This wasn’t normal. Even if there was nothing to see here, the pendulum still would have reacted. Something must have been blocking the energy… or there were things happening around me of which I couldn’t understand just yet.
The air was heavy. Thick. It was as though the windows had never been opened and the oxygen had gone stale. That wasn’t normal either.
