Page 59 of Sight of Fate

“In the stairwell. When you saved me,” I explain, my voice dropping so Sam and her friend don’t hear me.

He exhales loudly. “I was across town. Flying was the only way I could get to you that fast. Now tell me what’s going on.”

Flying. Macklin mentioned some gargoyles could fly. “Sounds exhilarating,” I murmur as I hear Sam explain to her friend who I am. “How did you know I had a vision?”

“Our connection. There was a rush of terror, then nothing,” he pushes out, his voice gruff. “Same thing happened with the other two, but I didn’t put it together until now. When you have a vision, it’s like our connection disappears until it’s over. Are you okay? What do you need?”

“I’m…okay,” I answer slowly, wishing he was here so I could crawl into that big bed of his and have him wrap his arms around me. “Did you find him?” I watch Sam’s friend help her to her feet.

Another man rushes in with dark red hair and serious brown eyes, wearing a white chef’s coat, and scoops her into his arms.

Teague snaps at someone in the background, his voice muffled, then sighs. “I wish we were there with you. How’s Sam? Is Covey hurt?”

“Not great,” I tell him. “I can’t say anything else.”

“I understand. Covey’s like a daughter to Sam. She’s been worried about her. Hopefully, your vision will help her see what she needs to do.” Teague pauses. “The facility was empty. We’re following up on a few leads.”

Mavros is gone? Now what?

There’s a shout in the background, and Teague curses. “I’ve got to go. I’ll call you later.” He lowers his voice. “And Charli?”

A ping sounds, and Sam’s friend glances at his phone, raises an eyebrow, then shifts his focus to me.

I grip the phone. “Yes?”

“You scared the hell out of me. Next time, I call, answer. I need to hear your voice, hear that you’re okay. Got it?” His voice is quiet but demanding, and I murmur my agreement. “And tell Elijah he better make damn sure you get home safely.” He hangs up.

Bemused, I smile. Wait. How did he know where I was? I turn to find Sam’s friend standing behind me, his eyes watchful. “Elijah?”

When he nods, I glance over at Sam and see she’s calmed down enough to talk. “What did Covey say?”

Her body trembles, and the man holding her runs his hands down her back in a soothing motion. “She was sorry. And I was right.” Her voice breaks. “I didn’t want to be right, damn it,” she wails, her tears flowing again.

Elijah fills in the rest. “Covey needs our help to escape. Her boyfriend tracks her every move. If she stops too long or deviates from her route, he calls her, reminds her what happens when she worries him.” The gold in his eyes brightens, and the hairs on my arm stand up. “She’s going to call back in two days. Same time.”

I smile, and Elijah’s eyes grow cold in response. Swallowing, I rush to explain. “Same time.” I flip open my notebook to my sketch. “If she’s going to call back at the same time and she has to follow the same route each time, she must think she can get back to the phone she used today.”

All three of them move closer.

“That gives us time to come up with a plan to get her out of there. Starting with this store. Wyman’s grocery.” I point to the invoice lying on the desk where it clearly states the name of the store and the address.

Sam gasps and throws her arms around me. I stiffen, not wanting another vision, but when nothing happens, I relax and pat her on the back.

Two men stride into the room, and I can’t help but wonder what is in Greystone’s water. Seriously. I mentally fan myself. One has brown hair with natural blond highlights cut short against his nape and longer on top. His ocean blue eyes scan the room, landing on Elijah, and he lifts an eyebrow. Elijah tilts his head toward Sam, and he quickly moves to her side and picks up her wrist. He presses two fingers to her pulse. Is he a healer?

I move on to the man who walked in with him. Maybe an inch taller than Elijah, his long blond hair is tied back in a loose bun, but unlike Elijah’s serious expression, his green eyes meet mine with a friendliness I don’t expect.

Elijah explains what’s going on to the two new men, then looks at me. “I’m going to run Charli home, then I’ll be back.”

The man with the blond hair steps forward. “If you need to stay, I’ll take her home.”

Elijah grunts. “I want you to start pulling together information on the city where Covey lives. Create a map and make sure you include Wyman’s. Holt, help Sam, then let MacKenzie know you won’t be in the clinic for a few days. Covey might have some injuries.” There’s a hard tone in his voice that tells me he’s used to being in charge. Both men nod.

“I can stay and help,” I offer, not wanting to be a burden when they’re already short on time. “Or I can get a cab or something.” Surely they have cabs here. I never thought to ask Teague or Macklin.

Elijah chuckles. “Teague would kill me if I let you help. Besides, I promised him I’d drive you back. Let’s go.”

At the mention of Teague, the other two turn to me in surprise. Not used to having so many men staring at me, I tear out my sketch and hand it to Sam. “Okay.”