Pia. My God.
I dreamed about him this morning. I think it was real. He was a white dragon, the most beautiful little boy you’ve ever seen. They went into a wide turn, picked up speed for a brief while, then slowed into another turn. She told him with enforced calm, We’re leaving a highway and slowing down. I can feel land magic close by.
Quickly, he said. He sounded more shaken than he ever had before. The car trunk has a lock. Try to push it up, and tell me what you see.
If her hands were free or bound in front of her she could just spring the catch of the trunk lock from the inside. She struggled to get her knees underneath her and push up on the trunk with her shoulder. The catch gave just as they rolled to a stop.
Why the hell not. She pushed the trunk open wider so that she could wriggle through and spilled onto pavement with a painful thud. She stared up at the front end of a Dodge Ram pickup coming straight for her. The truck slammed to a halt inches away from her face. The car she had been in pulled away from the stop and turned left.
“Hey!” a man yelled from the truck.
Shut up, you stupid man, shut up.
A truck door slammed.
She sat as a middle-aged man appeared. He knelt beside her, his face filled with shock and outrage.
“What the hell?” he said. “Oh sweet Jesus, lady, you’ve been kidnapped?”
Ya think?
Yards away, car brake lights showed. She yelled against her gag at the man.
“Just hold on, honey. You’re gonna be all right now.” The man worked to get her gag loose.
I slipped out at a stop, she said to Dragos. They noticed. They’re in a gray Lexus and they’re turning around. I’m seeing signs for . . . Highway 17 and . . . Averill Avenue or State Road 32. There’s a state park sign. I can’t see the name. It’s the same two guys, no witch.
I know where you are, he said in satisfaction. Well-done.
The man got the gag loose and pulled it over her head just as the Lexus pulled up. She screamed at the man, “Run!”
The two Fae stepped out, looking pissed. They had guns.
No, it’s not well-done. I made a bad mistake. Oh God, oh God, oh God.
Dragos was trying to talk to her, but she couldn’t shut up, couldn’t run, couldn’t do anything but stare in horror as the man stood and turned around. One Fae lifted his gun and shot him.
She sobbed, I think I just got somebody killed.
Then the other Fae lifted his gun and shot her. She looked down at the pain in her chest. Another dart stuck in her T-shirt.
Fade to black.
The dragon roared in anguish as he hurtled north with every ounce of his strength and speed. He was followed by all his sentinels but one who had been left behind to deal with the witch.
He was too far, too far, and now she was gone again.
His enemies had taken his mate. His child.
She had to be alive.
Anything else was unacceptable.
A burning cold Power yanked her awake. She coughed and rolled to her side. Her gag was gone and so were her ankle and wrist restraints. Her arms and legs crawled with prickling pain as her circulation returned.
She was lying on a floor. She touched the polished hardwood. Inside then.
“There’s our thief,” said a cultured male voice overhead. “Time to rise and shine.”
Inhuman. Fae. Didn’t she just know who that was. Too bad his head was still attached to his body. She had been hoping she would meet him the other way.
“I’m asleep, then I’m awake. Then I’m asleep and now I’m awake again,” she croaked. “Make up your mind already.”
The male laughed. “Well, you have not been boring, I’ll give you that, but haven’t you been one slippery bitch to get ahold of. And apparently for Cuelebre to hold on to.”
Yes, well, let’s not talk about that. She looked at the sleek black boots near her head. They belonged to legs that went up farther than she could focus just yet. “Can I have some water?”
“Sure, why not.”
He threw cold water in her face. She was too depleted to react much other than gasp. “Alrighty,” she said after a moment. “Can I have some water to drink now, please, Your Highness?”
He laughed again. “Not boring and not dumb. That’s so much better than your boyfriend, who both bored me and was dumb. To be honest, I don’t know what you saw in him.”
“Ex. Ex-boyfriend,” she said. “I swear to God, I’m never going to live that down.”
Finally it felt like her limbs would function. She pushed herself to a sitting position. She was in a very large room that had a medieval feel. There was a large stone fireplace and a nearby cluster of chairs, a long wooden table with benches, lit sconces that gave the scene a flickering illumination she found eerie, and a high-raftered ceiling.