I specified the safe house address.
“You’ve got eyes on the house?”
“I do.”
“Stay there. Make sure he doesn’t leave. Follow him if he does.”
“Copy.”
Orik Vokshi would not survive this night. I would make sure of that no matter what happened.
“Do not engage without us, Wynn,” Obi commanded. My fist clenched, unwilling to agree to such an order. I would take him out before I let him get away again, information be damned. “We’re coming.”
30
LEONA
Iwas going to kill Wynn.
If he wasn’t dead first.
I was already in Obi’s bed, driven there by nightmares, when he called. I almost had a heart attack.
How could he have left without telling any of us?
Even Ciel was surprised and fucking pissed. I’d never seen him loose such a string of angry Spanish while we armed up in the weapons closet.
I was already trying not to let the sting of rejection stain my heart since Wynn walked away from me and Ciel. If he wasn’t ready, then he wasn’t ready.
But this?
What if he was attacked and couldn’t call us? What if something bad had happened?
Wynn had become one of my best friends. It used to be soeasywith him. He had always met me head on, letting me feel what I needed to feel, and supporting me through everything we’d been through.
He’d always felt like gentle waves lapping at the seashore. Constant. Beautiful. Relaxing.
Now, I felt like the tide had receded and there was nothing I could do to bring it back. He was drifting farther and farther away from us every day.
“It’s an hour to Trenton,” Cas said while we all piled into the SUV. Obi revved the engine, tearing out of the private level of the garage. I exchanged a glance with Ryuji, who looked like he wanted to strangle Wynn even more than I did. We had a long way to go, and alotcould go wrong between now and then.
The entire drive was quiet, unless Ciel recounted Wynn’s periodic updates. When we were about twenty minutes away, he gusted a frustrated breath while he stared at Wynn’s most recent text.
“Vokshi is on the move.”
Obi’s eyes flicked to the backseat in the rearview. “Wynn is following?”
“Yeah. I’m tracking his motorcycle, too.” Ciel had a laptop in his lap and his tablet on the seat between us. He typed away. “It’s going to take me a second to get into the camera system. My usual login isn’t working.”
“Just tell me where to go.”
Obi’s dashboard screen populated with a little dot representing Wynn’s motorcycle, along with a blue line that connected the two of us.
“There,” Ciel said. “Catch up with him.”
We zipped through the city streets, closing in on him.
“Any idea where Vokshi is going?” I asked.
