Page 217 of Claiming the Pack's Omega
"I did," Killian nods.
"Me too," Stone adds. "Something's wrong."
Very wrong. That kind of panic? That's the kind of panic that Reyna would only feel if she were fearing for her life.
The three of us stand up from our seats simultaneously. Eyes turn to face us as we march our way out of the courtroom. Theo glances over his shoulder and I offer him a nod.
His jaw clenches as he returns it.
No words were spoken, but he knows that we're going to go and try and figure out what the hell is going on. Based on his expression, he's just pissed he can't drop everything and tag along.
"I need you to radio the bailiff in charge of escorting our omega," Killian growls, his hands clenched into fists by his sidesas he stares down at the bailiff guarding the entrance to the courtroom.
"Excuse me?" He asks, his brows drawing down.
"The bailiff. The one who escorted the last witness. Reyna Carver. Radio him."
"We think there's something wrong," Stone says, flashing his badge.
I don't know whether it's Killian's status as councilman, Stone's job as a policeman, or the general sense of urgency the three of us have, but the bailiff pulls out his radio.
"Unit five, this is unit twelve. Do you copy? Over."
Silence.
The bailiff's brows draw down in concern and he glances up at us in alarm.
Oh no. Oh, no, no, no.
I've got a terrible feeling about this.
"Unit five, please respond."
"Fuck!" Killian curses under his breath, running his hand through his hair. He immediately starts pacing.
The people passing by us in the hall are starting to give us a wider berth.
"I'm calling for backup," Stone says, pulling his phone out of his pocket.
"I'll get more people on this," the bailiff says to us. "It's not like one of us to not respond to our radios."
"She was right here," Killian hisses. The despair that casts heavy shadows in his eyes must match the expression I'm wearing.
I pull out my phone and immediately try calling Reyna. The call goes to voicemail. I check her phone's location. It's still in the waiting room she was supposed to be in until the case wrapped up for the day.
So if she's not picking up the call, then she likely never made it back to that room.
"What path would the other bailiff have taken to bring Reyna back to the waiting room? We should start there."
"Good idea," the bailiff nods.
A few minutes later and we have half a dozen people helping us search through the back hallways of the courthouse.
"This is the room they should've been in," Stone growls. The room is empty, except for Reyna's purse, left on the table. "She never made it back here. Her scent isn't fresh. We'd be able to smell something if she was as terrified as our bond was telling us."
I follow behind my two packmates, trying to tap into our bond. I can still feel her. She's terrified, but she's alive.
That's good. Alive is good.
