Page 126 of Change
“It is.” Sometimes Gloria’s missions tended to last until the early hours, but it was now past two in the morning.
I pulled out my phone, vaguely aware of Damen and Miles doing the same; but there were no messages.
From Bianca, nor from Titus.
He hadn’t even responded to my earlier query about his own mission, andthatwas something that should have garnered some kind of reaction.
A sense of unease began to settle deep in my stomach, and the imposing sense of anxiety that’d been looming all evening became impossible to ignore.
“When did Titus say he was going to be back?” I asked.
“Titus?” Damen lowered his phone. “He didn’t say. He’d said he found a lead. We might not hear from him until tomorrow. You know how he gets when he’s focused.”
“Something’s wrong.” My hand began to shake, and my finger pressed the screen. Now that I was focused, this feeling was growing harder to ignore.
It’d been so long that I’d almost forgotten what it felt like.
“What could be wrong?” Damen shrugged, tucking his phone back into his pocket. “If she was with anyone else, I’d say you had reason for concern. But she’s withGloria Protean. Even Gregory is scared of her. It’s a harmless mission, and between a wolf alpha and a hyena alpha, nothing is going to happen.”
A chill passed down my spine. How could I explain it? “No, I—”
I dropped my phone as I clutched at my chest, the sudden pain too difficult to ignore. The phone fell, face-down, onto the rug, but I hardly noticed—nor cared—if it broke.
Something was wrong.
This time it wasn’t a vague worry, but a certainty. My blood rushed to my head as an inescapable sadness and longing coursed through me. I couldn’t move, couldn’t think of anything else, as only one thought—one purpose—drove me.
I had to get to Bianca.
The urgency grew—a painful need—with every erratic beat of my heart. Nothing else was important anymore—not even the growing panic and frantic movements of the men jumping to their feet beside me. I had to get to Bianca.
She was going to die if I didn’t.
