Page 96 of Bishop's Flight
Carwyn saw the flowers. “I’m intrigued.”
“I thought you would be, so I put a watch on it. It’s an eBay auction, and it’s already met the reserve. Less than a hundred thousand miles on it and the engine was recently rebuilt.”
Carwyn sat down, staring as Lee flipped through the pictures of the motor home. “It has Hawaiian-print interior?”
“Oh yeah.”
He needed it. He had to have it. “Brigid!”
“She went out a little bit ago.” Lee clicked through the pictures, one after another. “Look at the way they redid the kitchen.”
Carwyn was confused. “What?”
“The kitchen. They painted everything—”
“Not the bloody kitchen, Lee. Where did Brigid go?”
Lee shrugged. “I don’t know. She said she was going out; that’s all.”
Carwyn reached for her, but the feelings he was getting from her amnis were… confusing. Determination. Focus. He felt like there was a buffer around her feelings; she was confused or hiding or both.
Regret?
They’d made love at dusk and there had been something violent and a little desperate about her. She’d fed before dawn the night before, but far from the peaceful mate he’d expected to wake to, she’d been troubled and she wouldn’t tell him why.
What are you doing, darling girl?
He’d put it down to her losing Zasha again even though Carwyn had told her they’d go on the offensive before the vampire could wreak more havoc. Carwyn had already called his friend Giovanni and his daughter Carla. Both had experience finding people who didn’t want to be found and eliminating them if necessary.
He didn’t ask questions of his daughter, but he knew.
Carwyn walked to the bedroom and grabbed his phone, dialing Brigid’s number, unsurprised when it went to voice mail.
He stared at the phone with irritation, then turned it off and tossed it on the bed. “What are you doing, Brigid Connor?”
He walked back out to the kitchen. “Lee, can you track her phone?”
“No.” Lee’s eyes were wide. “We disabled that feature, remember? You and Brigid were worried that the Nocht software would enable Murphy to find her wherever she was, so you both asked me to disable the—”
“Fuck!” Carwyn stormed back into the bedroom and grabbed his phone again. “Brigid, what are you doing?”
Lee was in the hallway. “What’s going on?”
She felt… remote. Distant.
Did you know Zasha Sokholov had a mate?
She’d been asking about Oleg. About their sire. He should have seen the signs, but he’d been so relieved to have her back with the boy in tow he hadn’t realized what she was feeling.
The job wasn’t finished. Not nearly finished.
Brigid was still working.
Carwyn dialed her number again, and this time when it went to voice mail, he didn’t hang up. “Brigid? I know what you’re doing and it’s a bad idea…”
“…wecan do this together. Weneedto do this together. I’ve already called Giovanni. I’ve called Carla. I’ll explain why when you get home because you need to come home, love.”Her husband sighed.“You need to come home. Don’t… don’t do this without me.”He cursed under his breath.“Don’t try to do this without me.”
The message finished, and Brigid tossed her phone on the passenger seat in the back of the hired car before she ran a hand over her freshly shaven head. Carwyn had clipped it at nightfall, right after they’d made love.
