Brexton hastily pulled on his underwear and rushed from the room, leaving Blossom to scramble into his discarded shirt before chasing after him. When she entered RaeLynn’s room and saw the open window, everything in her world went still and silent. Blood rushed to her ears, until all she heard was static.
She felt Brexton shaking her, but she just stared at the window. Knowing without anyone saying a word that her baby was gone. Someone smacked her cheek and she snapped out of it, looking at Brexton and seeing Pryntar as well.
“Sorry,” Pryntar said. “I’ve never struck a woman, but I didn’t know how else to bring you back from wherever you went.”
“Drew?” she asked, looking up at her mate.
“Gone,” Brexton said.
She saw the devastation in his eyes and her knees gave out. Brexton caught her, holding her tight as she cried against his shoulder.
“I’ll find them,” Pryntar said. “It’s my fault. I should have been more vigilant.”
“It’s no one’s fault except the asshole who took them,” Brexton said.
“I got distracted,” Pryntar said. “All of the guards you requested have arrived and I was letting two of them through the gate and talking on the phone with another. Someone must have slipped inside then and I didn’t see them.”
“Where are the others?” Brexton asked.
“Marwick and Asvyr are downstairs. Malin is on his way here and Ryx is… somewhere. They came on the same shuttle but don’t seem to be together.”
Brexton nodded. “My mate and I will dress and meet everyone in the kitchen. Get Ryx and Malin here. Then notify the Terran station that my children have been kidnapped.”
“Of course,” Pryntar said, rushing down the hallway.
Brexton’s arms tightened around her. “Come, my mate. We need to dress and assess the situation. We’ll get the children back. Whatever it takes, they’re coming home.”
“Brexton, what if… what if Mike has them and makes the trade off before we can find them?” she asked, voicing her fears. “He wanted to sell them.”
“I won’t let that happen.”
They went back to their room and quickly dressed. It was the first time she’d ever seen Brexton in anything other than slacks and button-down shirts. He’d put on black leather pants like the other Zelthranites, as well as a black vest. When he pulled a big wooden box out of the closer, she moved in closer to see what he was doing. He lifted the lid and pulled out two very wicked looking knives with curved blades.
“These are made of Corian steel. A revered warrior on my world gave them to me after my first battle. His name is Siril, and he’s the greatest male I’ve ever met. These will cut through anything,” Brexton said, then strapped them to his hips, one on either side. He pulled out something that looked like an alien version of a gun and tucked it into the top of his boot. Then he took her hand and led her downstairs.
