Page 96 of Visions of You
But as he studied Keegan's face more closely, Jaron's smile faded. The vampire's jaw was clenched, his brow furrowed, and his eyes held a distant, troubled look. Jaron sat up, his own stomach knotting with sudden unease. "Did you see something?" He'd known their happiness couldn't last, but did it have to be over so soon? "You promised you wouldn't look."
Keegan sighed, his gaze flicking away in a guilty fashion. "I can't help it sometimes," he admitted. "You're going to get a call in a few minutes, and then our vacation will be over."
Jaron's heart sank. He wasn't ready to face the future yet, wasn't ready to let go of this precious time they had together. "What if I don't take the call?"
"You should take the call. You'll regret it if you don't."
"I'll also regret it if I do." Jaron was sure of this, sure that whatever news awaited him on the other end of that call… it wouldn't be good.
Keegan didn't argue.
Jaron looked at him a moment longer, and then he drew the vampire in for a kiss. They still had a few minutes, didn't they?
Jaron wanted to make every one of those count.
They clung to each other, hands roaming, breaths mingling as they lost themselves in the taste and feel of each other. Jaronpoured all his love, all his longing into that kiss, as if he could somehow make this moment last forever.
But all too soon, the shrill ring of Jaron's phone shattered the silence. They broke apart, both breathing hard, and Jaron reached for the device with a heavy heart.
"Hello?" he said, his voice sounding strained to his own ears.
"Jaron." It was his father's voice, tight with worry and barely controlled anger. "Are Casca and Fei with you?"
"No, they're not. Why are you asking?" Jaron glanced at Keegan, but the vampire had no more revelations for him.
"They weren't in their beds this morning. Your mother is convinced they must have gone to you, or that they're trying to in any case."
Jaron shook his head even though his father couldn't see him. "I haven't talked to either of them since I left your place the day before yesterday." His blood rushed in his ears.
Had something happened to his siblings?
"Where else have you looked?" he demanded to know. Maybe the two of them had only run off to hang out with a friend.
But what if they had been kidnapped?
Oh, please, no.
His little brothers couldn't be dragged into all that.
They had to be somewhere else.
But on the phone, his father was rattling of a list of places they had looked and people they had called, all to no avail.
Deep down, Jaron knew what had happened to his brothers.
"I'll be right there," Jaron said, ending the call.
He was not going to let anything happen to Fei and Casca.
"Is this because we tried to run away?" he asked Keegan while throwing all his stuff into his bag. "Tell me this isn't our fault."
Had his siblings been taken to bring him back home?
If so, the kidnapper was an evil fucking mastermind, pulling the one string that would yank Jaron back to town in an instant.
"I don't know," Keegan said, watching Jaron with a worried expression. "I didn't look into the future before this trip."
And whose fault was that? Jaron's.
