Chapter 25
“You did good, big red.” Lennox was attempting to cheer me up with alcohol and bad television at her place with the others gone.
“It doesn’t feel like it.” I felt a gaping wound in my chest slowly rotting. I took another swallow of the cheap cinnamon whiskey I’d already overconsumed. It was harder to get drunk as a vampire because our metabolisms ran so fast, but if I was determined enough, it was no problem.
Such was life now when I was on this island while Vinni was all the way in Portland dealing with who knew what.
I clenched my fist at the reminder.
“Which cities have you watched?” Lennox asked. Real Housewives was a Haven Pass favorite, and paranormal folks in general loved watching the rich humans fight about meaningless shit. It brought us great entertainment.
“I just started Salt Lake City.” I’d watched way more cities than I wanted to advertise.
“HELL YES.” Lennox jumped up and down, squealing. “What episode? I don’t mind rewatching that one. Heather Gay is my idol.”
She turned on the season we were looking for, and I tried and failed to ignore my phone. It was almost six a.m., so we should be getting a call soon that the others completed the extraction with no issues. It was nerve-racking waiting and waiting and waiting for a call.
Why couldn’t they have a GoPro on the entire time for me to watch?
“Because that would be psychotic, dude,” Lennox answered while laughing.
Apparently I said that aloud.
My phone vibrated on the table, startling me despite my waiting for that very sound. A selfie we’d taken together on the boat before we knew it’d make her sick greeted me, and I smiled before picking up the phone to hear my mate’s voice tell me she was on her way home and everything went according to plan.
“Tell me you’re safe, temptress.”
“Arch,” a male voice choked out, and I was instantly on high alert, my pulse vibrating under my skin. The alcohol was already escaping my bloodstream at the lack of Vinni’s voice on the other end of the line, my adrenaline pumping.
“Where is she?” I asked, not taking the time to figure out who was speaking.
I noticed Lennox sitting up, more alert, on the other side of her couch at my tone.
“They took her. It was a trap, brother.” I recognized the Irish lilt to his words and knew it was Patrick.
“What do you mean ‘they’ took her?” Panic settled into my bones at the vague words. “Who is they, Patrick?! Answer me!”
The line went dead, and I crushed it in my bare hands.
I looked up to see Lennox already putting her coat on.
“Where are you going?” I asked, reaching for my shoes.
“As if you’re going to get my girl back without me.” She didn’t ask for or offer more information. Normally, I’d argue that she was just a human and what could she actually do in this situation, but I didn’t have time.
Someone had my mate.
And possibly my friends.
“Yeah, we’re on our way. Don’t give me that shit, Cliona. I’m coming along, and you know why.” Lennox spoke into the phone before hanging it up.
“I already texted Cliona, she is getting Drew and the boys to power the boat up on the other side of the island. Quicker than waiting for daylight.”
I nodded.
I would get my mate back from whoever dared take her from me. And offer their blood to her on a silver platter when I rescued her.