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“No.”
Mika opened his mouth, then closed it. “Grisha has a hit on the phone.”
“She turned it on?”
“Apparently.” Mika cocked his head. “But the location appears to be in Sweden.”
“Sweden?”
Mika shrugged. “Grisha thinks it’s a false trail. She must have figured out a way to hide the location.”
“Of course she would.” His little wolf was a genius with her electronic toys. “Where is my phone?”
Mika held out the black device in the rubber case. “Don’t break this one too.”
“Go.” Oleg took the phone and slammed the door shut. Then he threw a blanket over his shoulders and sat in the chair where he’d been dreaming about Tatyana.
Using the stylus attached to the case, he touched the button with Tatyana’s name, then tapped the icon to make the speaker work.
He waited to hear her sweet, sarcastic voice.
“This has gone on long enough,” he muttered. “Tatyana, you need to come home.” He mentally rehearsed what he would say.
Her mother missed her.
She was needed at the company.
Heneeded her.
No. That sounded desperate.
“Hello?”
Oleg jumped to his feet when a man’s voice answered the phone. “Who is this?”
“Who isthis?”
“Look at the phone and you know who this is,” he snarled. “Where is Tatyana?”
There was a pause, then a hesitation. Then a low, familiar laugh.
“She’s safe, old friend. Very, very safe.”
The line went dead, and Oleg threw the phone against the stone wall of his day chamber before he let out an angry roar.
He knew that voice.
And he knew exactly where Tatyana had fled.
Chapter 14
Tatyana
Amonth into her protected tenure with the Poshani, Tatyana was starting to feel at home. In fact, she was so at home she was starting to feel bored.
She’d learned a decent amount of the Poshani language, met and mingled with the other vampire guests, and was starting to learn the guitar. Yet every night, she battled the urge to run a marathon, swing an axe, or punch something very hard. Embroidery and knitting were not a satisfying outlet for her energy.
Perhaps she was not meant for a peaceful life.
