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This told us two things. They were definitely members of the Order Of Saints, and they were challenging us directly. That’s not completely true though. You can’t challenge someone if you don’t show your face.
“I don’t get the secrecy though. Why bait us, then hide?” I examine the photos again, looking for anything that would give away which family it is.
Matthias grunts his disapproval, never one to back down. “They’re smart enough to know they can’t challenge us directly. That the other Saints won’t risk it.”
I swipe through the photos again, this time seeing the fourth. With only three dead, I wasn’t expecting the extra photos. My blood runs cold as I process what I’m seeing and flip to the next photo. The same two cuts sliced into the woman’s back.
“You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”
The ringing in my ears is too loud for me to make out which brother said it. The cuts are a perfect replica of Misty’s. I drop my brother’s phone as I scramble for mine, immediately pulling up her tracker. She’s moving fast, to the other end of the city. Away from where she was meeting her friends.
My phone buzzes with a number I don’t recognize. I hit speakerphone for my brothers to hear. Piper’s familiar voice fills the room. “I got your number from Lucas. Is Misty there?”
A shudder crawls up my spine. “Is she here?”
“What?” Bash asks tightly.
“What do you mean is she here.” It’s fear not anger that laces her voice, and reality comes crashing down on me.
Piper’s voice turns pleading. “Please tell me you know where she is. She didn’t show up, and at first, we thought you just distracted her again. But then she wasn’t answering her phone…her phone went to voicemail.”
Ice burns my veins, and my fist trembles at my side as I process what this means. What the cuts on the victims’ backs signify.
“They fucking took her.” I’m out the door, running down the stairs and to my car, not waiting a single second.
A hand grips my arm, hauling me back, and Matthias shakes me. “They’re baiting you.”
“I fucking know that. They can take me. Fucking torture me. Cut off my skin while I’m still fucking screaming, so long as they give her back. Now, let me the fuck go.”
Matthias looks to the side, his grip tightening. “I can’t do that, brother.”
He barely dodges my blow as I step in to attack him, all senses gone, leaving me in a vicious state of bloodlust.
“I will fucking kill you and anyone that stands in my way of getting her back. I will set the world on fire to smoke those fuckers out. I don’t think you understand just how far I’m willing to go. How much I’m willing to sacrifice for her.”
“Just wait. We’ll come with you,” Xander says from behind me, his arms binding mine to my side to stop me from lashing out.
My throat grows thick, and my voice cracks around the vowels. “You don’t understand. I told her I’d always find her. I promised I’d come for her. Let. Me. Go!”
Xander drops his arm, but Matthias still holds on to my shirt. “Keep your fucking phone on. We’ll head to the house, stock up on whatever we’ll need, and follow you to the location. Do not go in without us.”
I’m already backing away, breaking his hold on me.
“Damon. Do you hear me? Don’t go in without us. You will fucking die.”
I get into my car and reply as I’m shutting my door.
“Then I’ll kill them as a ghost.”
I’ve nearly caught up with the blinking dot on the tracker app when it stops, and the dot moves from the road and into an outdoor mall courtyard. Fuck. I pull my car onto the sidewalk, not giving a single shit that I nearly hit two people. When the man starts yelling and gets in my face, slowing me down, I push my keys into his chest. “It’s your lucky fucking day. Take it.”
Now that he’s staring at the car instead of me, he’s easy to get around. The second I’m free from him, I run, eating up the feet between me and Misty. My eyes scan the open area, searching for any signs of her lavender hair. She’d worn it up today in a cute little yellow clip.
The muscles tighten in my neck as I look at the app again. She should be right here. I turn, searching each person’s face, scanning for anything that might be out of place.
My gaze lands on a woman, midtwenties, who looks just a little too well put together. I’ve spent my entire life surrounded by women like this, and they wouldn’t be caught dead here. I track her, keeping my distance as she moves through the crowd.
She’s sketchy, eyes darting around the courtyard as she watches for people following her, for me. She’s not trained, though, and never looks directly behind her. I’m surprised when she lines up at the bus stop. It doesn’t make sense that she’d be hiding Misty there.
