* I had kissed Raechel Hadrian before heading out to my truck. Mikaela Kieschnick had at first insisted that Slade Michaels and I not come. When I argued she had relented despite her insistence there was nothing we could do. I hadnt heard from Slade and it was odd enough that I was going to drive to he and Jordan's place to figure out what was going on. I drove down the street, people waving at me as I did. Knowing Jordan, she'd probably been ticked at how long it took us to find Chloe. In return, poor Slade was probably being flogged. The driveway stood empty, but Jordan was probably home. I got out and climbed the steps. I pounded on the door. I leaned against the porch post while I waited. I turned and pounded on the door again. No answer. I opened the screen door and tried the knob. It turned and I stepped inside. Only one heart beat was heard and it smelled like a damn distillery. I walked towards what I assumed was the master bedroom. The door was wide open, Slade slung across the middle of the bed. He smelled like Jack Daniels had fermented. I knocked on the open door. * Slade. * He shifted deeper into the pillows. * Slade. * He mumbled something that sounded close to "fuck off". I rubbed my stubbled chin. I stepped further in and used my boot to shove the bed frame. * What in the hell! * He shot up too fast and I watched him turn green as he fought being sick. * How much you had to drink there, Tennessee River? * My toe kicked over an empty bottle. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. * Not enough. * I looked around. The room was...empty. * Slade. Whats going on? * He stood up and shoved by me, heading into the bathroom and turning on the water. * Nothing, besides my own mate leaving me. * He doused his head in the sink, while I stood speechless. * What? Im sorry, come again. Why haven't you gone after her?

* I had kissed Raechel Hadrian before heading out to my truck. Mikaela Kieschnick had at first insisted that Slade Michaels and I not come. When I argued she had relented despite her insistence there was nothing we could do. I hadnt heard from Slade and it was odd enough that I was going to drive to he and Jordan's place to figure out what was going on. I drove down the street, people waving at me as I did. Knowing Jordan, she'd probably been ticked at how long it took us to find Chloe. In return, poor Slade was probably being flogged. The driveway stood empty, but Jordan was probably home. I got out and climbed the steps. I pounded on the door. I leaned against the porch post while I waited. I turned and pounded on the door again. No answer. I opened the screen door and tried the knob. It turned and I stepped inside. Only one heart beat was heard and it smelled like a damn distillery. I walked towards what I assumed was the master bedroom. The door was wide open, Slade slung across the middle of the bed. He smelled like Jack Daniels had fermented. I knocked on the open door. * Slade. * He shifted deeper into the pillows. * Slade. * He mumbled something that sounded close to "fuck off". I rubbed my stubbled chin. I stepped further in and used my boot to shove the bed frame. * What in the hell! * He shot up too fast and I watched him turn green as he fought being sick. * How much you had to drink there, Tennessee River? * My toe kicked over an empty bottle. He rubbed his eyes with the heels of his hands. * Not enough. * I looked around. The room was...empty. * Slade. Whats going on? * He stood up and shoved by me, heading into the bathroom and turning on the water. * Nothing, besides my own mate leaving me. * He doused his head in the sink, while I stood speechless. * What? Im sorry, come again. Why haven't you gone after her?
* I was blindsided. Last I had heard or thought, she was adjusting. She was hell bent on opening a gym where she could train the females. I'd given the go ahead and almost free reign. * Her responsibilities as beta female are to protect this pack. Thats right up her alley. Is it the wedding? Because let me tell you, Rae was ready to bolt from the stress of ours. We can drive out and look for her. * Slade shook his head, pushing by me. He went back to the room and started pulling out drawers, empty drawers. Finally he found a t shirt and yanked it over his head with more force than necessary. * No. I go look for her and her stubborn ass will just run faster. She'll change her mind. Now. Lets go to Mik. * I stopped him. * Im not sure you're in a place to do that. * Slade took a breath. * What could be better than how am I right now? Im pissed. My old man needs a good killing- again - and we help save our niece. Seems like a damn good place to be to me. * He stuffed clothes in a duffel bag. I wasnt good at romance shit. I tried, but Rae was overly patient so if I sucked at it, she didn't care much. Slade slung his duffel bag over his shoulder. * Lets go. * I did as he asked and climbed in the truck while he locked up. He dropped his duffel bag behind his seat and got in. I headed towards the airport. * Tell me what you know. * I adjusted the air conditioner. * They were at a wedding reception. The Alphas wife was watching Bianca. She disappeared during a game of hide and seek. * Slade nodded. * Where was dickhead come in? * I wasnt too clear on this myself. * He managed to slip in through Binks. Shes going to be a Shaman priestess one day. She has Miks gift of spiritual openness and Damons shaman gifts. Binks is too young to block. Apparently, the current shaman priestess bound Binks gifts. But it didnt last. Basically...she wasn't kidnapped by a physical being...she was taken by a ghost.
ReplyDelete* I shook my head as I took in all the information he gave me. * How in the fuck do we fight against ghosts? * Beck looked at me and back to the road ahead. * "I don't know, but I'm betting they will have more info for us when we get there. I know sometimes, having close family members make it easier to draw more power in to fight them." * We pulled into the small airport just a few miles from McGregor and I was surprised to see a small jet sitting on the runway. * Use your connections with the Realm to get us a plane? * Beck nodded. * "+Mikaela Kieschnick and +Damon Kieschnick were very close to the Kayrs family. They didn't hesitate to help when I called." * I nodded. * I appreciate their help. Let's go save our niece, then I'll try to hunt down my mate.
ReplyDelete* I parked my truck and grabbed my duffel bag as I stepped out. Once Slade had his things, we made our way across the tarmac. I texted Mikaela that we were on our way before turning my phone off and boarding the small jet. I strapped in and Slade followed suit. My mind was a mess of scenarios. How the fuck would we fight a dead guy? I remembered the day I killed Drake. I'd thought for sure Rae was dead and Mik was close to being the same. Maggie had been shot. That day haunted me. And now, Drake had managed to once again wreck a family. I clenched my fist. No. Not this time. We were bringing Bianca home and ending Drake, one way or the other. *
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