Page 41 of Tying the Knot
I pick up my phone and watch him pace away. I dial, and it rings.
Then it rings some more, and I tap my finger.
On the seventh ring, and when it doesn’t flick to voicemail, I frown. “He’s not picking up.”
Eli spins back to face me. “Try again.”
I hang up and do as instructed.
On the third ring, he answers. “What?”
“You okay?”
“Yeah, busy.”
I hear the sound of the wind down the phone and cars driving past. I put it on speaker. “Where are you?”
“Running an errand.”
“You’re supposed to be watching Morgan,” Eli snaps.
“This is for Morgan. She was fine when I left her.”
“But youlefther.”
“What did she want?” I ask over Eli’s comment.
“None of your business,” Dylan replies. “Kal is still in the hotel. She’s protected.”
“He’d better be,” Eli growls. “You saw her? How is she?” His voice softens, which tells me everything I need to know about how he feels about her if I don’t already know.
“She’ll be okay,” Dylan replies carefully.
“Okay, make sure you don’t leave your post again. Got it?” Eli says.
Silence.
Then we hear Dylan panting furiously as if he’s running.
“Dylan?” I ask, sitting forward. “What is it?”
“Get here now.”
The dial tone hits our ears in a harsh, loudbeep.
We exchange a glance before I rise swiftly, and as one, we head outside, our feet thumping on the pavement as we race up the street to the hotel for the second time this week. It doesn’t matter what it is, Dylan wouldn’t have told us to move if he didn’t think we needed to. The only thing I can think of is that these guys have found Morgan. Panic sets in, driving me forward faster, trying to keep up with Eli, who is stronger and quicker than me anyway. His own fear has driven him to the edge of what he is capable of.
As the hotel comes in sight, we see a black SUV with no plates, pulled up haphazardly on the pavement and several men, if you could call them that, thugs, more like, entering the hotel rapidly and with purpose.
“Morgan,” I rasp as I push myself harder.
Kaleb and Dylan, while experts in their training, are only two men. I counted at least five. Eli leaps over a dog’s lead, startling the pooch and the owner as I choose to go around, even though it costs me a few extra seconds. We burst into the hotel at the same time that we see Dylan lunging up the stairs, a carry bag swinging at his side.
“Where is Kal?” I shout, but no one answers me.
The hotel staff are shouting at us and milling around, getting in the way.
Our only concern lies with the omega on the first floor, whose scream of terror that can be heard all through the hotel, slices through me and urges me forward.
