Page 67 of The Revenge

“Excuse me,” I say, before the woman walks away. “Was there anyone else in there? A woman with blue hair?”

She arches her eyebrow and shakes her head. “Not that I saw.”

The first thing that runs through my mind is that something’s wrong with Tori. She was pretty badly hurt only afew days ago, and while there was nothing that hinted to any serious internal injury, we could have missed something.

Without a second thought, I walk into the bathroom. There aren’t many stalls in here, and all the doors are open. “Tori?”

There's no answer.

Did I miss her come out?

I turn around and walk back into the main room, stopping at the back of the room to scan the crowd. As I do, Syn hurries over to me, frowning.

“Where’s Victoria?”

“I’m not sure.”

“What the fuck do you mean, you’re not sure?”

“I mean, I don’t know where she is.” I snap back at him. “She went to the bathroom, and I never saw her come back out. Maybe she went to the meeting point?”

Syn’s still frowning as his gaze sweeps the room. Then he grabs my arm, pulling me out of the hall. By the time we’re standing in the exhibition area, he’s already on the phone. “Has he arrived...? What about Victoria? Is she there with you?” Syn’s jaw hardens as he looks at me. “No, get back to us, now.”

“Syn?”

“Who did you pay to notify us of du Pont’s arrival?” he asks.

Knowing that Syn doesn’t care who the guy is, so much as if he’s done his job, I don’t answer. Instead, I lead us back to the main entrance and wave one of the security guards over. “That guy I asked you to keep an eye out for—has he arrived yet?”

The security guard shakes his head. “Not yet.”

“Are you sure?” Syn demands. “What about a smoke break?”

“Sir, I’ve not left my post all evening,” the guard says.

Before things escalate, I pull Syn back. “What about a girl with blue hair? Did you see her leave?”

Syn pulls up a photograph. It's a closeup of Tori that he had to have taken when she was dancing with Gemini. “Her.”

The guard shakes his head. “No. And I would have noticed that pretty lady if she’d walked past me again.”

There’s nothing sleezy about the compliment he gives Tori, but it bothers me more than Syn having a candid photo of her on his phone. I tug Syn’s arm, leading him back towards the exhibition room where Gemini’s already waiting for us.

“What’s going on? Where’s our Vixen?” He folds his arms and gives Syn a pointed look. “What the fuck did you do this time?”

“Fuck you, Gemini,” Syn snaps at him. “The last person to speak to her was Royal, and even ifhedid something to upset her, given the stubborn tenacity she’s displayed over the last few months, do you really think there’s anything that could be said or done to make her quit and leavenow?”

He’s right. Which means she has to be here somewhere. “Maybe she tried to go to the meeting point alone...?” I run my hand through my hair. “This place is huge. We need to hurry and find her before du Pont arrives.”

“If he was coming, he’d be here by now,” Syn tells me. He looks at Gemini. “Check the tracker.”

“She didn’t have a purse, Syn. Where do you think she’s putting that phone?” I ask as Gemini opens up an app on his phone.

“It’s not her phone.” Syn presses his lips together and keeps his attention locked on Gemini.

“You put a tracking device on her?” My eyes go wide. “You thought something was going to happen tonight?”

Syn shakes his head. “No.”

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