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“Do you think something happened to him?” Cody asks in concern.

“Nah, I’m sure he’s fine. I’m just overreacting. I’ll talk to him when he gets to work tonight.” He smacks the bar top before offering us a strained smile and a wave, then turns and leaves.

“That was weird,” Chase says through the bond.

“Definitely,” I agree.

“Alright,” Cody says as he turns to face us. “I got your number. I’ll text you when I hear from Finn.”

“Thanks, man,” Chase says, giving him a slap on the shoulder.

“Don’t mention it.”

I dip my head in thanks and follow Chase outside.

“Do you think it’s safe here?” Chase asks. “In Starfall Haven?”

“No.”

“Care to elaborate?" he asks with a roll of his eyes as we walk quickly down the street, ready to get back to our girl.

“Blaze is here, somewhere,” I remind him.

“Yeah, but after we deal with that dickhead, you think it’ll be safe?”

I press my lips together in a thin line before I finally answer. “Maybe.”

“Maybe we should start patrolling the neighborhood for Blaze’s scent,” he suggests.

“He’s clearly using a scent blocker. I don’t think it will help.”

“You’re probably right. But there must be something we can do to find the guy?”

Something shining in a store window catches my eye, and I stop to look at the window display filled with tech.

“See something you like?” he asks.

“I have an idea.” I yank the door open, and Chase follows me inside as I make my way to the clerk.

“Good afternoon, is there something I can help you with?” the man asks as we approach.

“I need a piece of jewelry that has a tracker in it.”

Chase snorts in amusement, and the man nods as if this isn’t an unusual request. I guess in a town full of supes, you get a lot of protective mates.

“This way,” he says, walking toward a glass counter at the back. He moves around behind it as Chase and I lean over, staring at the various items. Pretty much everything I could imagine is in here.

“Is this for your mate?” The man asks, and I nod.

“These all have trackers in them?” Chase asks.

“Yes. They are made in town, and an app was developed to work with them. Just download it on your phone, sync it to the jewelry, and you’re ready to go!”

“What about that bracelet,” Chase says, pointing to a delicate gold chain. It would look beautiful on her wrist, but I have something else in mind.

“No,” I say before jamming my finger against the glass above the perfect item nestled in the corner. “That one.”

“Did you really need two boxes of cinnamon buns?” Gage asks the twins as they hold an open box between them, devouring an entire one each before we’ve barely stepped onto the street.