Page 103 of Immortal Burden
“And you have an issue with him.”
“Let’s just say that we have a history.”
He folded his arms across his chest. “You’re both gonna need to rise above it. The three of us need to band together. Doing things separately has already cost a lot.” He pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, “Too much.”
“The three of us, huh?”
We locked eyes and right off I could see his reluctance to finally talk about the one thing we’d kept our mouths shut about so far.
“That battle on Maven Coven grounds took a toll on her.”
“You said he healed her quickly and she was just taking the last two weeks off.”
“That’s what I’d thought, but that time has come and gone now. She’s unreachable. We’ve all tried. There are tracking spells being performed every hour at the Guardian Compound trying to locate her. I’ve tried myself and I know her better than anyone, yet I’ve still come up short.”
A snarl escaped me, my temper on the verge of unleashing all over the fucking place at the thought of not being able to set eyes on my mate, of being separated from her for even longer than I already had been. “I can’t accept that,” I ground out.
I slammed my fist into the coffee table, the solid wood smashing into splinters from my strength. “He’s already kept us apart too long! I’ve gotta see her!”
The sharp sound of him snapping his fingers cut into my rage enough to focus.
I looked down to see the table fixed like I’d never broken it.
“I know, all right? I know what it’s like to be held apart from her, from the woman you can feel in your goddamn bones, who never leaves your mind, your heart, your fucking soul.” He slumped down onto my couch. “And, because I know, you can trust me when I tell you that I’ll do whatever I can.”
“Thank you,” I said, taking him in. He looked exhausted.
I just hoped it wasn’t more than that.
So far the guy had been good with his word. But I was concerned about his state being more than exhaustion from everything he’d told me that had gone down lately. I was worried it was defeat.
He reached into his jacket and pulled a card out, handing it over to me. “If you need me again, use this.”
I took it from him and looked it over.
It was a strange sort of business card. It was made of some unknown material, a thin metal I’d never come across before. And the only thing on it was his full name.
“You just run your fingers over the raised text and utter Subitis and it will alert me.”
“Subitis?”
“Emergency,” he explained.
I pocketed it in my jeans. “Things are just getting started, aren’t they? Calm before the storm doesn’t even begin to cover it.”
He nodded gravely. “We’ll figure it out together. The three of us.” He rose to his feet. “I’ll find her, bring her back on board with us. I just need time.”
My gut twisted.
While he sounded so sure of it, beyond the conviction in his words, I was picking up on something else beneath the surface, my wolf intuition warning me that there was something else there to be concerned about.
It didn’t seem as though he believed his own words.
He was worried he actually wouldn’t be able to find her.
And even if he somehow did track her down, after everything that had happened, everything she’d suffered through, was she really going to want to come back and throw herself back into the fray when she believed all that awaited her was pain?
Fuck.
Was it too late?
Was she gone for good?
Was Mia lost to us?
