CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
Andras
Iburied a third knife into the dart board, hitting the bullseye, and dialed Devon’s phone again. The call went straight to voicemail, and I almost screamed my rage. Almost. I was close to losing it. My phone rang, and I answered immediately.
“Where the fuck are you? And where is she?”
Ty knew exactly who I meant. Our girl. The beautiful, stubborn, sinful woman who waltzed into my life and turned everything on its head. When I had her in my arms again, I was going to spank her plump ass raw. And then have Typhon string her up in the dungeon I now paced.
“I’ve got her scent. She’s close. Levi is across town but not far behind. Have you found Tabitha?” Ty’s voice was diluted by the rush of wind, but I could hear him enough to understand.
“No.” I shook my head and started to fill the duffle bags with weapons. “She isn’t here, and her scent disappears outside the house. She must have been picked up. Something feels wrong about all this, Typhon. Have you heard from your father?”
Ty growled down the line. “Not since yesterday morning. Something is definitely wrong. He sounds restless and edgy. I can always tell when he’s lying, Andras. I’m at the warehouse. I hear fighting. Get here now.”
The call disconnected, and my heart raced. I should’ve known this would happen. I thought I was being prepared. The party confirmed our allies within The Obscuritas, and we were close to making a stand. For Sara and her sly little friend to suddenly disappear the next morning, it wasn’t right. I recalled the look in my father’s eye when he spotted Seraphina on the dance floor at the ball. She looked exquisite in her navy gown, but it wasn’t her beauty Laszlo was admiring. I knew then what I refused to acknowledge. She was the one he was searching for. And with her blood, he would become unstoppable.
I hauled the bags of weapons over my shoulder, heading for the garage and tried Levi’s phone. Straight to voicemail. I was beginning to hate voicemails. I tossed the two bags into the Land Rover. My phone rang out in the silence, and I frowned at the blocked number.
“Who is this?” I demanded, knowing it wasn’t going to be good.
“Catch you at a bad time, son?” The deep voice of my father halted my steps.
My heart raced. He never called me directly. “What do you want, Laszlo?” I jumped into the driver’s seat and started the engine. This was very, very bad.
“You will join me in North Carolina. We have found the girl. It’s time.” Laszlo Blackbyrn sounded practically giddy. He had Seraphina. Which meant Ty was in trouble too. “I have them all, son.”
His words nearly stopped my heart. “What are you saying? Enough of the riddles.”
Laszlo growled, and a lesser man would’ve cowered at the sound, but I was trained by this man. I was accustomed to his moods.
“Seraphina is mine. Typhon and Leviathan are on their way to me as well. You have traitors in your home. Spies among your friends. Did you think you could outwit me, boy? You are nothing but what I have made you. The longer you take to follow my orders, the greater their suffering.”
The phone went dead, and I let loose the scream of rage I’d held back for decades. My blood turned cold, and the windshield shattered as the glass froze. I was quickly losing control of my senses, my power. My world.
I took several deep breaths and tried to gain some control. My father might think he held all the cards, but I was certain he didn’t know everything. I sent out several texts in rapid succession, then tossed the phone to the ground and smashed it to bits with the heel of my shoe. I would go to my father, as he demanded. But I would not be going alone. I would save my brothers. I would save Seraphina. If I had to burn the entire world down to do it, so be it.