Page 92 of Wicked Allure
“I believe so.” Dru exhaled and reached for the handle of the passenger door.
Orenda studied her for a moment longer before heading over to the driver’s side.
Maybe it was the effects of coming down off her adrenaline rush from the battle.
Or was it not her own emotions and feelings she was picking up? Dru froze. Was this Tomesha she was sensing? Was her mate afraid? It had to be. There was no other explanation for this. A smile appeared on her lips. This just proved that they were meant to be together. She didn’t need science to prove what she already felt deep down to her soul.
Her smile disappeared. If these were Tomesha’s emotions, then why the fuck was she scared or uneasy?
“We need to get to my mate. Something is wrong,” Dru snapped.
“Yes, General.” Orenda jumped into the driver’s seat.
Dru followed suit and got into the truck. A warrior flagged her down. She held up a hand to halt Orenda from driving off.
“General. There is a call for you.” The warrior rushed over to the truck.
Dru opened the door and stepped out. “From whom?” She glared at him and snatched the phone from him. Who the hell would be trying to reach her now?
“It’s the postmaster,” he stuttered. He took a step back away from her but not before she caught the hint of fear.
“This is General Moldark,” she growled into the phone. This had better be important. The postmaster was keeping her from going to collect her mate. She had a short time to help Tomesha get ready for the long trip they needed to take. They needed to make plans for Tomesha and her family to move to Crystal Cove. Once she’d presented the queen with her gift, Dru would be free to assist her mate in relocating her family.
But for her to leave for Savadeen, her mate was going with her.
“General,” the postmaster said.
Dru scowled at the sound of hesitation in his voice. She remained quiet. She had no time for games or another failure.
“It would seem that we have another problem,” he said.
“And that is?” She glanced back to the truck and met Orenda’s curious stare.
Her warrior had the truck on and ready to roll. Dru reached up and rubbed her chest. That sensation returned. She wasn’t sure what the hell was going on with her, but she certainly didn’t like it. She paused and tried to weed through the emotions swelling in her chest. Sadness. Fear. Uncertainty.
This wasn’t her.
It had to be Tomesha.
“What is it?” she barked.
“It would be your mate, General. She’s gone.”
The phone crumpled inside Dru’s fist. She roared her anger and tossed the remains of the phone down. She ignored the stares of the warriors in the area. She flew into the truck and slammed the door.
“Drive. We need to get to the post now!” Dru growled.
Orenda didn’t question. She put the vehicle into drive and sped off.
Who the fuck had taken her mate?
How did they get her?
She should have been safe and secure inside the walls of the vampire post. Dru’s hands balled into tight fists at the thought of someone snatching her away.
The engine roared. Orenda drove quickly. Dru seethed in her seat. The incompetence of the postmaster riled her. She’d given direct orders that her mate was to remain at the post. Even royal guards should have been turned away. Orenda blew past the gates that blocked the road to the post.
The moment she brought the SUV to a stop, Dru was out. She was a blur of fury. Warriors froze where they stood around in the courtyard in front of the large building. The air seemed to thrum with her rage. She pounded up the stairs just as the postmaster exited the building with warriors behind him.
