Page 60 of Stolen Omega

I slow slightly when I get to the turn, but I speed right back up after.

“Straight ahead again. I’ll tell you when you have another turn. It’s to the right next time.”

I concentrate on following Archer’s orders and getting us to our destination as quickly as possible.

My panic has been contained up until now, but every minute that passes brings another layer of tension into the car. Zelena’s been gone for close to an hour already, and there are no guarantees about what we’re going to find at Castle’s house.

Please, God, let us find her safe and well.

I don’t know what I’d do if we lost her.

I can’t stand the thought of that.

So many Omegas are trafficked every day. They go missing and are never seen or heard from again.

The bastards who take them are rarely caught, and if they are, they almost never give up the names of their clients.

If Castle sold us out to hand our mate over to traffickers, I’m going to murder him.

“I should ask Seth to check into Castle,” Archer says, as if it just popped into his head.

I doubt he’d admit it, but it’s obvious this whole nightmare is getting to him.

He might not have spent the time with Zelena that I have, but his feelings for her are just as real as mine are. We’re probably on our way to commit a brutal crime together. Of course, he’ll try to make sure he’s the only one to serve any time for it.

“Take the next right and take the second right after that.”

I slow down as I follow those directions into a suburb that looks outdated and rundown. There are apartment blocks and a ton of small houses with tiny yards.

“Is this the street?” I ask.

“This is it. Number twenty-six.”

I find the house and roll to a stop.

No van. It doesn’t mean he isn’t inside, but it does mean we’ve got a long night ahead of us.

We get out of the car, and I lock the doors, passing the keys to Archer as we head to the house.

It’s after midnight, and very few houses have lights still on.

Harry Castle’s house is as dark as the majority.

Again, it doesn’t mean he’s not home.

Unless I’m wrong and he was dumped back in those woods already by the kidnappers.

“Seth’s on it,” Archer tells me as he steps onto Castle’s porch.

He puts his phone in his pocket, and I step up onto the porch beside him, trying to see into the dark window while he rattles the door handle. It’s locked, but Archer has a lockpicking kit in his car.

Of course, he’s never used that kit outside of an emergency, and this is nothing if not an emergency.

He gets the door open in a few seconds, and then he nods at me.

He’ll go in first, as if I didn’t already know it.

I nod back, ready to wait to back him up.

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