Page 51 of Clash of Sin and Secret

The three of us pile into the vehicle like our asses are on fire and Tucker starts the engine. “I take it we’re following the shipment?”

I glare at the red running lights of the transport truck carrying our enchanted shipment. “Yes, follow the truck.…” and Huntley’s reckless ass.

The Toronto docks are dark ahead of us, a convoluted maze of asphalt alleys leading to metal warehouses.

“What was he thinking?” I run my fingers through my hair, tension building in every cell of my body.

Scottie reaches up from the back seat and squeezes my shoulder. “He’ll be fine, Z. He knows we’ll follow and be there to back him up if things go south.”

“But if Lazarus is behind this, there’s no telling what kind of trouble he might find himself in.”

He could be killed. After the deaths of our fathers and Dante, the mortality of the people around me has never been so threateningly real.

“Faster, Tucker. Don’t you fucking lose them.”

The big man doesn’t respond. He’s already got his foot on the gas and is keeping pace without my barking at him.

Scottie squeezes my shoulder again. “Breathe, Z. No one is dying tonight. Not Huntley. Not anyone.”

Her reassurance helps, but doesn’t erase the dangers Huntley put himself into. “Just don’t lose that truck.”

I keep my gaze locked on the truck navigating the road ahead, a mixture of determination and exasperation warring for dominance within me.

I clench my jaw and reach out with my gift.If you can hear this, Viking. I’m going to punish you for being so reckless with your life. You’ll be so sore, you’ll beg for forgiveness.

The truck rounds a corner, and Tucker follows, maintaining our distance like a predator stalking its prey.

“Wait. Do you feel that?” Scottie gasps in the backseat, at the same time the truck vanishes from the road.

It didn’t turn. It’s just…gone. As if someone waved a hand and wiped it from existence, leaving only the echo of its presence and a chill running down my spine.

“Where did it go?” I scan the empty street, my heart pounding. “Where the fuck did it go? Scots? What did you feel? You called it before it even happened.”

Scottie’s expression is pinched. “There was a pulse of magic. It looked a little like the shimmer of a magical mirage—a powerful ripple warped the air and then the truck was gone.”

“Gone or cloaked?”

“Gone.”

Fucking hell.

Tucker slows the truck, pulling to the curb.

“Why the fuck are you stopping?” I snap.

Tucker turns to me and gestures out the front windshield. “Because there’s no truck to follow. Where am I going? I could just as easily go the wrong way, and that could cost us time once we figure out where it went.”

I scowl at the darkness of the empty street in front of us. “How do we find him? Trucks don’t just disappear, so where the fuck did it go?”

“I have an idea.” Scottie is already typing on her phone, her fingers flying across the screen with a frenetic energy. “Dahas GPS tracking on all the phones of clan members. To…” She pauses, a spark of triumph lighting up her face. “Got him. Tucker, take a left at the next light. He’s not far.”

Tucker

I pull the truck into a dark side alley close to the location where Scottie tracked Huntley’s phone. Before I’ve even turned off the engine, Zane and Scottie are out the doors and rushing through the shadows.

Keys in hand, I click to lock things up and jog to follow. We crouch in the shadows when we come to a two-story brick building with large bay doors. The place is dark and looks like it’s sealed tight, but according to the GPS, the truck is inside.

We need to find a way in.

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