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Knox looked first to Wrath and then to Col. Then he nodded and held out his hand to the human male. “Come, we’ll make sure you get medical attention. What’s your name, sir?”
“Greg Marks, thank you.” He walked toward Knox, who turned him so he couldn’t see Col and Wrath any longer. Then he hit him. Punched him right in the face.
Wrath’s heart jumped inside his chest. “Wha—”
“Let’s go,” Col said, his voice deepening to a growl.
His alpha ran several yards and shifted into his dragon. Great black wings unfurled and beat and lifted him into the fading light of the dusky sky. He was magnificent. Powerful. And he was risking everything to help Wrath get Rylee back.
Wrath looked back at Knox for a second.
The male nodded and mouthed the wordgo.
Wrath needed nothing else. They’d knocked out the witness. Col was already climbing into the clouds.
He released the hold he had on his beast and loosed his dragon. Magick unfurled around him like a blast of heat from an oven, except he loved it. He relished it. It was an embrace between his soul and the soul of the beast.
Must. Save. Mate.
ChapterTwenty-Five
Rylee
Rylee gulped for air, but her lungs wouldn’t obey. No oxygen. It was like the air inside the plane was gone. Like someone had vacuumed it all out and left her in an empty void of space.
She wanted to scream. She wanted to kick and fight and claw, but Jeff had a gun. He’d shot the pilot. Killed him. Right in front of her.
Would he really kill her too?
Where were they going?
How far would she be from Mystery?
What would Wrath do when he realized she was gone?
More tears prick at her eyes, because that was the only action she could afford. She couldn’t try to overpower Jeff. She didn’t know how to fly a plane. And she couldn’t open the hatch and leap out of the plane.
She could barely move. Her hands were bound behind her back, and she was clipped into the seatbelt.
There was nothing to do but sit and wait for the scumbag to land and try to get her onto another plane.
He wouldn’t shoot her for crying.
Her mind spun through details around her. Where was Jeff taking her? Anchorage was a short flight, but the sun was behind them, not beside them. East. Which meant he was likely headed for Seattle or Portland.
Would she ever see Wrath again? More tears stung her eyes, but she kept the sobs silent. She wouldn’t give Jeff the satisfaction of hearing her cry. Even though the noise from the engine likely would drown out any sound she made.
How would she signal anyone for help?
Would anyone believe her?
Would he knock her out again?
He’d threatened her friends. Would he hesitate to threaten her family back home? Probably not.
When he’d shot the pilot and taken over the plane himself, he’d looked at her with such hatred. Cold. Calm. Calculated hatred.
She might be alive right now, but that wouldn’t be the case for long. Once he got what he wanted, he’d discard her like a used napkin.
