Page 139 of Cerulean Truth
My jaw dropped in surprise as she began collecting my clothes from the chair I had thrown them on. “Get dressed. Emma left, and I have no idea where she went.”
Adrenaline fueled my sudden wakefulness. “What do you mean, Emma left?” I demanded, in an anger-induced voice.
“She just sent me a text! She’s at some club in the Human World, but she’s clearly out of her mind because the idiot forgot to tell me which one or its location. And now, I can’t reach her anymore,” she replied with clear concern in her voice.
She’s what?!
I knew I had pushed her too far that afternoon, but we weren’t making any progress and Emma was the kind of person who needed to be pushed; she told me so herself.
Fury and concern whirling through me as I hastily threw on my clothes, the fabric practically snapping with the force of my movements. I followed Enya outside my loft and toward Emma’s room, my worry intensifying with each step.
“How are we going to find her in the Human World?” she asked, her voice laced with uncertainty. “Her magic can’t be tracked there.” I stopped and turned around, giving her a severe look.How the hell did she know that?
“Emma told me, don’t worry. Her secrets are safe with me,” she explained impatiently.
“Fuck,” I grumbled, feeling the blood freeze in my veins. "When I return, we're having a serious conversation about that!"
Enya's only response was a disdainful roll of her eyes. Though not pleased with her reaction, I decided to shelf my frustration for the moment. One issue at a time.
"All right," I continued, "We can’t track her so we'll have to find her the old-fashioned way. The non-magical way," I clarified, when I saw Enya’s brow rise.
As we entered Emma's room, I could feel the lingering energy from her Nexus. I conjured up my own, asking it to replicate whatever activity she’d done on hers.
"What are you doing?" Enya asked, her expression one of shock.
"We can't afford to be overly concerned about her privacy if we want to find out where she went," I snapped, ignoring Enya’s glare. She could glare herself to death for all I cared.
How the fuck could she be so stupid? Going out on her own while every Radical in the world was looking for her? Sure, she didn’t know the extent of the organization behind the attack on her life, but still.
I tried to ignore the inner voice chewing me out for withholding information about the “he” behind the Radicals who was clearly after Emma. I couldn't shake the thought that if I’d shared more about how they were targeting her, Emma might have assessed the risks more accurately.
But I’d kept it from her, and now she found herself in the Human World without any protection, with no way of finding her and with Radicals chasing her on some mysterious mission.
The yellow drops from my Nexus started to generate an image of a club. When its name appeared, "The FUSE" I created my green portal without another look at Enya.
"Wait!" Enya yelled, concern etched on her face. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going to get her back. I only hope she didn't get stuck inside her portal," I muttered angrily.
"What should I do?" she asked, visibly agitated. Looking at her, I saw the genuine concern she had for Emma. I touched her arm lightly in a comforting gesture.
"Don't worry, I'll bring her back. You just make sure nobody finds out she's missing. Can you do that?"
She nodded affirmatively. I gave her a quick nod and jumped through, seething with frustration over Emma's recklessness. This girl was so fucking stubborn. A few times portaling with me and she thought she was an expert now? Was she insane?
Within seconds, I found myself standing before a dodgy club with green letters, reading "the USE." The F had fallen off.
"Really?" I mumbled to myself. "This is what you're going for on your night out?"
Despite my disbelief, I couldn't help but be slightly impressed little miss lawyer girl hadn’t opted for a limo and a VIP party at a Four Seasons Hotel. I navigated my way through “security,” fervently hoping she was still inside.
I raced down the stairs leading into a basement where booming, resonant bass pulsed through the entire structure. I yanked the massive metal door open, revealing a greenish lit darkroom with at least three hundred people, all moving synchronized—jumping and dancing, most of them clearly high on some human intoxicating substance.
"Gods, Emma, what the fuck are you doing in a place like this?" I grumbled, stalking forward.
I focused on my urge to find her as quickly as possible, projecting a haze in less 0.1 second, which instantly surrounded the crowd like a fog. It nudged me upstairs, and relief washed over me as I sensed her presence. I leaped up to the balcony, and spotted her dancing, encircled by at least six guys. Fucking. Awesome.
Clenching my fist, I stifled the desire to rip their heads off, thinking multiple human murders would probably attract too much unwanted attention.
