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I indicated to Nera she should head toward the door.
“How was your drink?” I asked, pointing at it.
She shrugged. “It was okay. Not in the mood to drink.”
“Totally get it,” I replied.
We walked outside and I squinted as the late afternoon sun blinded me for a second. Once we reached the clubhouse, I opened the door and indicated she go ahead of me.
She pulled her new cell from her pocket and flipped it around in her hand.
“Did you call your people yet?” I asked.
She shook her head. “No, because when I do, they’ll expect me to come home. They won’t understand—especially the witches. They’ll pitch a fit to find out I’m staying with wolves. In a motorcycle gang.” She offered me a brittle smile.
“We’re a club, not a gang,” I corrected.
“I know.” She patted my arm.
“You should still call them, tell them you’re okay. Maybe tell them you’re working with people to try to catch the guys. It’s not a lie,” I suggested.
“I thought about it. I just wonder why they didn’t do a locator spell on me to find me.” She looked down.
Did she really think her people, her family, didn’t care and hadn’t tried to look for her? I didn’t know her family, obviously, but that sounded harsh.
“At least call Amanda?” I suggested.
“I’m thinking about it.”
“Come on,” I said, grabbing her hand. “Let’s go into my office for more privacy.”
It seemed like she wanted to call, but needed a little push. I would never understand what she went through, but I could admit to being a little baffled by her hesitancy to call them and let them know she was all right. She had only wanted a bus or plane ticket to Tampa when we first got her. She never asked to use the phone. It was odd to say the least but it was also none of my business unless she made it so.
We climbed the stairs and I closed the door behind us. I squeezed her hand. “Go ahead. Call.”
Since we used the same provider she had before, the guy at the cell phone store had been able to restore everything from her old phone to this new one—including her contacts. But, Nera had opted to get a new phone number.
Nera looked at me with doubt her lavender eyes. “What am I going to say?”
I gently pried the phone from her hands and scrolled through the contacts until I found Amanda’s number. I hit the call icon and put it on speaker.
Nera’s eyes went wide, but she didn’t say anything. I asked for Amanda’s last name and she supplied it.
“Hello?”
“Is this Amanda Pierce?” I asked.
“Yes, who’s this?”
“My name is Sheppard. I have someone here who wants to talk to you.”
“Who?” Amanda asked, sounding nervous. I heard people talking in the background and the sounds of metal clanging. I heard seagulls. She must be on a Navy ship or near one.
I looked at Nera and nodded encouragingly.
“A-Amanda?”
It was quiet for just a few long seconds before Amanda’s voice broke. “Nera?”
