Page 132 of Bound
Chapter 46
Amoret
Body still thrumming with pleasure, Gage and I walk back into the ball, hand in hand.
He is calm at my side, his bearing as regal as Bran’s. Maybe more. He offers me a soft smile, and my cheeks hurt from smiling so much back.
“There you two are,” Tanner says, rushing up to us, his face tight. Harried. “Come on. Shit’s going down at the fucking capital.”
Gage stiffens. With an exchanged look, we rush through the room to where the curtained panels have been moved, exposing the two large television screens.
“We are coming to you live from City Hall where authorities are telling us that Councilman Ralf has been shot,” says the woman on the screen. “I repeat, Councilman Ralf has been shot.”
A collective inhale rings through the room.
“Now, no one knows what elicited such a violent action, but local law enforcement has told us that the shooter left behind a single calling card.”
A picture flashes up in the television's corner of a crescent moon with a lightning bolt through it.
Just like the men that took us.
The team goes rigid. Gage pulls me with him as he gets closer to the screen.
“Anyone bearing this emblem should be considered armed and extremely dangerous,” the woman continues, “and should be reported to your local authorities immediately.”
“Now, so far, the Mayor has not released a statement, but we know that Councilman Ralf is listed in critical condition—”
The screen goes black, and I glance over to find Markus with a remote in his hand. His jaw ripples as he looks at Gage. “It seems your kidnappers had one more good deed in them.”
Gage hand tightens around mine. “There were two groups in that tunnel, sir. I saw the division. Maybe—”
“Whoever targeted Ralf is a friend of mine, Gage.” Markus sets the remote down and walks closer. He looks around the room. “But for now, we will increase security here. They got through once, they will not do so again.” He claps and the music starts up again. The other guests move off in twos and threes, leaving just Gage and the team.
Markus meets their eyes one at a time. “We know nothing about those men. Or what Ralf was doing inside that facility short of speculation and a partially educated guess.”
Gage nods. “I still haven’t gotten the results back from the samples I sent to the university.”
“Contact them immediately,” Markus says. “I want a rush put on it and I want them compensated for their silence.”
Ruin frowns. “You think they are trying to cover it up?” he asks. “The Fae being taken and now the incident in the capital?”
“I think I will not chance it,” Markus tells him. “We are too unsure here. Too tentative. So many loose ends and not enough answers.”
Gage rubs his hand over his face, and his worry pulses through me. I rub his arm. “It’s okay, love,” I tell him. “We will figure it out.”
His smile is tight. “That easy to read, huh?”
I snort. “I felt it.” I press my hand to my chest. “Here.”
He stills. “You felt it? Like before?” The others shift toward us, their focus heavy.
I flush. “Yes. So?”
His eyes widen and his lips part. He raises his head. “Renvi?”
The Fae male turns at the call and he walks through the room, careful not to touch anyone in the area. “Yes, Whitehorn?”
“Your power, it works by touch, right?”
