Page 72 of Bishop's Flight
Carwyn growled. “A Taser?”
“Did Brigid carry a Taser?”
“Not last night, but if someone used one on her, it would definitely cause an explosion.” He should know. He’d used one on her in a particularly extreme situation.
“Fuck around and find out?” Lee switched to video and showed Carwyn a scene of absolute chaos. It looked like the silver sedan had been taken out with a missile strike. Shrapnel and debris were scattered in a clear blast radius.
“Dear God,” Carwyn muttered. “But where is she?”
“She’s probably hiding nearby.” Lee turned in circles. “Honestly, there’s a ton of warehouses and a lot of abandoned stuff. I’d be willing to bet the guy tried something, hit her with the Taser, and she ended up finding someplace light safe around here to hole up until nightfall.”
It was as good an explanation as Carwyn could think of. Lee was probably right. The panic could have been from the Taser, and the low humming buzz fit with Brigid finding an underground hideaway where she could hide from the sun.
“You’re probably right.” Carwyn forced his voice to be calm. “Head back to the house. If Brigid is hiding, you won’t find her. Come back and get some sleep. We’ll have to wait for her at nightfall.”
Carwyn woke at dusk,and the first thing he did was check the blood tie that ran through his blood. Brigid wasn’t awake yet, but he could feel the low, constant presence in his blood. She was alive. He didn’t know where she was, but their bond hadn’t been broken.
He lay in their bed, smelling her scent around him on the sheets, on her clothes hanging in the corner, even on the book she’d been reading, which was on the nightstand. It was a historical novel about the Mongol empire or something of the kind.
Moments after he woke, there was a knock at the door.
“Carwyn?” Lee was on the other side.
He rose and walked to the door, shirtless and still wearing the jeans he’d fallen into bed in the night before. They felt rough and stuck to his legs.
Carwyn opened the door and saw his computer hacker on the other side. Lee’s face was a picture of dread.
“We got an email about an hour ago.”
His fangs dropped. “No.”
Lee stepped back, clearly sensing the growing fury. “Carwyn, I can’t tell you what we know until you take a deep breath and get less scary.”
He clamped down on the worst of his fear and rage, took a breath, and centered his mind.
Whatever Lee was going to tell him, he knew Brigid was alive because he could feel her.
He could feel her.
“It came to the business email account. A picture of Lucas again, same room, holding today’s newspaper.”
“With Brigid?”
Lee nodded. “It looks like the same location as before, but Brigid is propped up next to Lucas. She looks asleep. The message said: ‘Bonus round. Twelve extra hours.’”
“They took it during the day.” Someone had touched his mate when she was helpless. Only Carwyn knew just what a violation that was. Whoever had done this? They were dead. They were already dead.
“Lucas looks… He looks terrified. I’m sure he has no idea who Brigid is, so he just thinks they put a sleeping vampire in the room with him.”
Zasha Sokholov was going to die. If not by Brigid’s hand, then by Carwyn’s.
“Call Agnes and Rose. Call Oleg. We need to figure out why she went there and what she found.”
I’m going to find you.
Brigid, do you hear me?
I’m going to find you.
