Page 59 of Sold Wolf Slave

“Worth a shot, since we don’t have any better leads. Nolan, you go with the girls,” Will ordered. “Make sure they get to the portal safely. Then leave and make sure Declan knows what’s going on.”

“I’ll agree to the first half,” Nolan said. “I’m sure as hell coming back after they’re out.”

Will rolled his eyes and muttered something under his breath, but nodded. With a short jerk of his head, Nolan ushered the other girls out, guiding them down the hall and toward freedom. Will, Chris, and I took a different route, running through the massive halls toward our destination.

Our footsteps echoed in the massive receiving room as we hurried in. It was empty. No sign of Cain, no whiff of his scent or Morgan’s. I pushed the sickening dread that we were wrong down, stuffing it deep. I had to keep trying. Taking a deep breath, I hurried to the room where I had seen them drag Morgan through what felt like a century ago.

I was only halfway across the room when a voice cut through our footsteps. “You should have left when you had the chance.”

Our heads whipped around. Lucas strolled toward us, hands in his pockets, as he gave a sickening grin.

He came to a stop some ways away, far enough that if any of us lunged toward him, he could dart out of the way without trouble.

“This is what I don’t get about you,” he said. “You had the chance to leave and get away without any trouble. Several times. Hell, Cain probably would have even let you live if you had managed to free Kendra. But you had to get greedy. You freed all those other slaves, who we now have to track down. And on top of that, you think that he would let you come for his favorite slave? You had to know he wasn’t going to stand for that.”

“Where is she?” I hissed.

“Gone.” Lucas examined his nails, seeming almost bored.

“Bullshit. Tell me where she is,” I demanded, trying and failing to keep my rage in check. But a kernel of panic sank into my stomach. It didn’t seem like Lucas was lying.

“It doesn’t matter. You aren’t going to get to her.”

The confidence in his voice made my stomach twist and churn. I could hear my own breathing go ragged.

“That’s for us to decide,” Chris said. “Tell us where she is before we tear you to shreds.”

Lucas barked out a laugh that made my insides run cold. “I told you, she’s gone. She and Cain aren’t here anymore. She made them both a portal. They went through it about thirty minutes ago, and now there’s no way you can get them.”

The words rang in my ears, reverberating over and over again. I couldn’t breathe. Morgan was gone. Somewhere, I couldn’t get to her. Cain had taken her, and I couldn’t get her back.

I’d failed, and I would never see my sister again.

The room spun as the words kept screaming in my head. It couldn’t be true. It being true meant that there was nothing I could do.

“You’re lying,” I accused, my voice breaking.

That earned another mocking laugh from Lucas. “Do you really think that?” he sneered.

I had to. The only other option was to believe him. And if I believed him, that meant Morgan was gone and I couldn’t get to her.

When I didn’t answer, Lucas rolled his eyes. He held out his hands. A shimmering ripple appeared, a mirror into another place, one far better than I could make. My heart went into my throat as I saw Morgan curled up. Her head lifted, and her mouth dropped open as she saw me.

“Kendra?” she asked.

“Morgan—” I ran toward it, my hand outstretched. My fingers went through the image.

“Tell her what happened,” Lucas ordered Morgan.

She jumped and looked over at him. “Cain took me away,” she said. Her eyes went wide in realization. “Kendra, just run. Get out of here while you still can.”

Pain and anguish ripped through me, tearing me to shreds. It was all I could do to stay on my feet. I knew when my sister was lying. She couldn’t tell a lie to save her life. She was telling the truth.

“I’m so sorry,” I said, my voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. This is all my fault.”

“It’s not,” Morgan said firmly. “This would have happened anyway. But if you really want to make it up to me. You’ll get out of there before anything happens to you. Please. Don’t think about me. Just run.”

I couldn’t just not think about her. This was Morgan. A lump formed in my throat as I slumped.

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