Page 47 of Her Forbidden Shifters
It wasn’t long before we were at Savannah’s place. The door was unlocked, so we let ourselves inside. I took a seat on the couch and broke out my notebook once again before flipping through my contact list for another source.
Noah walked aimlessly through Savannah’s house, poking and prodding things he shouldn’t have been touching. Then he moved to a collection of items on a glass shelf in the corner of her living room. He touched an item on it. An electrical zap went off. He jumped back and stuck his finger in his mouth.
“Ouch!” he whined.
I chuckled. “Savannah doesn’t like her stuff touched.”
He turned around and huffed. “I’m so bored. Give me something to do. I want to help. I have nearly unlimited resources at the touch of a finger. All you have to do is ask.”
I shook my head. “Money isn’t what’s going to help us bring your sister back. They obviously want more than to be rich.”
“How can you be so sure?” he asked.
I sighed. “Have you received a ransom demand?”
“No,” he said, voice flat.
“That is one reason why,” I said.
“I don’t understand, what would they want from me if not my funds?” he asked.
I shrugged. “I have no clue. Perhaps it’s your power they are really after.”
Noah snorted. “Good luck to them.”
Though my comment was initially intended to be a sarcastic one, it did start my brain moving in a better direction. It would make sense. I thought about the events that happened when I found Savannah, and before then when we were standing in the middle of Avery’s apartment. The place held no energy. Savannah said it would have to take someone old and incredibly powerful to pull off a stunt of such caliber. But it did have me wondering if somehow the group was able to harvest magic from the witches. Or, more realistically, if they are forcing the witches into doing their bidding. Being able to control witches would give them the ability to block Savannah with her power. Perhaps, they were now trying to figure out how to harvest more power by kidnapping one of the only known dragon-shifters left in existence.
The only problem was that I wasn’t sure if harvesting a shifter’s power was something that could be done. But if it was possible, then we had an even bigger problem on our hands.
I pulled open a search screen on my phone and started digging into dragon lore, only to come up with nothing I wasn’t already well-versed in. I slapped my phone to the coffee table.
“Frustrated?” Noah asked.
“You might say that,” I muttered.
“If you would like, you can bounce some things off me,” he offered.
I started to wave him away, but a familiar tugging sensation entered the back of my head. Something pivotal to the case. Something I only had to simply pluck from my mind. I believed it was quite possibly the thing we needed to crack this case wide open.
The problem was, I wasn’t able to make the thought come closer so I could pull it open.
I frowned.
I had hoped whatever it was would come, lead the case in the right direction, and rid me of Noah. Not that he had done something necessarily wrong. But he loved my Savannah. And because he had feelings for her, he was a personal threat.
But then, the ticket to the case could still be through Noah. It added up more than anything so far. He wasn’t exactly a recluse. He had flaunted who he was in the past. So, the idea that his sister’s disappearance was somehow connected to him or something within his background was reasonable.
So, I started digging into my notes about him… re-exploring the information I had, but with a fresh set of eyes. It wasn’t much, but the guy was cleaner than I had expected, and Michaela didn’t exactly deliver her monies-worth the last time I used her.
“Tell me a little bit about yourself,” I said to Noah.
He snorted. “What, like an interview or biography style?”
“Whatever,” I said with a shrug.
He cracked his knuckles and planted his ass in the same chair he sat in earlier in the morning. He leaned forward with the look of a kid on Christmas and said, “Story time.”
I held up my hand to stop him. “You know what? Let’s do an interview-style.”
