Chapter Eleven
Adam cursed, helplessly watching as she fled from him again.
He ran his fingers through his hair and stared at the empty hallway, foolishly hoping she’d return.
Of course, she wouldn’t. She was fearful.
Fear clung to her like sand to a wet body, leaving tiny trails which were impossible to clean up.
Katya was afraid for everyone except herself, and that in turn scared him.
Her anxiety would get her into trouble. He had to act fast and get her out of whatever slavery ring she was in.
He returned to his apartment, head bowed.
Defeat threatened to overcome him. How was he supposed to find her again?
No doubt, she’d make herself scarce for a few days.
It would have been so much easier if she’d stayed with him.
From there, together, they’d be able to fight against anything and anyone, but now, he’d have to find her again.
He shut the door and passed a hand across his face, sighing deeply.
No matter what, he’d find his little one and save her.
His little one. How had she become so important in so little time?
She’d told him there was no shifter magic, but surely there was.
A normal man his age didn’t just fall head over heels in love with a stranger.
And it was love. He knew the bone-aching feeling which thrust his heart into overdrive.
Adam shook his head and padded toward the kitchen.
He knew insta-lust, but insta-love? This was new and alarming, yet also welcoming, he mused, while clearing the dishes from the bar.
“Adam, you need to find her,” he whispered to himself.
If only to explore these feelings. He needed her, and the sooner the better. If he were another man, he’d throw himself into the hunt, but he knew what he was doing. There was no point in running blindly, no point in going in without a plan. He had to strategize.
He’d take a shower and go down to the police station, dig up some dirt.
Making his way toward the bedroom, he stopped short.
His pulse jumped and a grin spread across his features as he noticed her bag on the living room floor.
She’d left so fast she hadn’t noticed she’d forgotten her things. A chuckle escaped him.
Some people would call it fate, he liked to refer to it as life’s mysterious ways. Whatever it was, it worked in his favor. Adam picked it up. It was small, merely a clutch, but hopefully it would hold the answers he needed. Letting out a slow breath, he clicked it open.
Bingo.
The small purse had everything he needed. A credit card and her phone. He had no doubt both were monitored by the mob who had her, but they didn’t know she’d left it behind yet, so he had to act quickly.
He’d go to the station first and make a forensic copy before they could delete or alter the original. Then, the investigation would begin.