“No, sir. I searched her and her belongings, but found nothing.”
Pharzuph swore. “She must have hidden it somewhere. Doesn’t matter. We’ll get her to tell us.” His confidence rubbed at me like sandpaper, and I couldn’t help but feel ill at the thought of their methods of torture. “Nice job, Kaidan. You accomplished what over five hundred prowling Legionnaires couldn’t do last night. They searched damn near every bar, club, and hotel on the East Coast. Where the hell’d you find her?”
Kaidan wouldn’t look at me. Everything about him screamed regret.
“She had a group of mates in her old town who always partied at a lake house. I thought perhaps she’d fall back on them, and I was right.”
Pharzuph experienced another bout of creepy, proud laughter before getting ahold of himself. “Where are you now?”
“Our old house.”
“Excellent. I’ll call an immediate emergency summit in Vegas. It’s our most secure location, and we’re always looking for an excuse to visit Sin City, right?”
Kaidan let out a dry laugh and rolled his eyes. Weren’t they just in Vegas? What could be so great about one city?
“All right,” Pharzuph said. “Meet me at the airport in two hours.”
Kaidan and I exchanged surprised, alarmed looks.
“Er, it’s not necessary for you to fly down here, Father. I’ll book our flights and deliver her to the summit.”
“Oh, it’s definitely necessary. I want to be the one to escort her into the summit tonight.” I could hear the smile in his voice, and I realized this was about bragging rights for capturing me and bringing me in. “See you at the jet.”
Three and a half hours on a plane with Pharzuph? I scratched my arms, which felt like they were crawling with spiders.
“We’ll be there,” Kaidan said, hanging up. He looked at me. “We’re not going.”
“Kaidan!”
He threw his phone on the bed and shoved his hands roughly through his hair. “What have I done?”
I bent down to my book bag and took out my cell, then texted our planned emergency code to each of our allies to let them know the prophecy was starting. My hand trembled and I fumbled a little from the awkwardness of the handcuffs. I couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Kaidan was freaking out enough for the both of us, so I had to keep my cool. Immediately I deleted the messages and tucked the phone in my pocket.
He turned to me, desperate. “Anna—”
“Stop!” I pinned him with a serious look. “No more. Get it out of your head, Kai! We are not running. This is happening whether you like it or not. It’s time to get your game face on and get ready to kick some ass.”
He stared at me, mouth open. I was kind of shocked myself. My dad would probably have beat his chest with pride if he’d heard me say all that.
I waited for Kai to argue again, but instead he swallowed and gave me a single nod.
“You’re right.” He stood there a moment longer, still a little stunned. Then he came forward, took me by the handcuffs, and led me into the bathroom, closing us in.
“It’s more believable if I keep you in my sight,” he explained. Then he began to take off his clothes as he headed to the shower and turned it on.
I backed myself against the cool sink and watched as every piece of cloth shed from his body to the floor. I should have looked away, or pretended not to be interested, but I couldn’t. Kaidan was just . . . wow.
“You’re testing my self-control, luv.” He must have noticed my staring.
I looked away, but said, “You’re passing with flying colors.”
He growled low in his throat, and my body tightened.
“You should really get in the shower,” I said.
At that, he finally slipped in, closing the cloudy glass door. I let out a breath and relaxed against the sink. A text came through to my cell, rocketing my body into high alert, but I relaxed when I saw Veronica’s name. On my way to Spain!!! And check out my view. . . . She took a selfie pic and got the two guys next to her in the background—dark haired Spaniards, easy on the eyes. Hence her devious smile. I grinned, feeling emotional, and wrote back: I hope Spain is ready for you. <3 Big hugs, xoxo.
Delete.
I kept my eyes averted when Kai got out of the shower and dried off, though I could feel his gaze on me. I stayed in the bathroom while he went into the room and dressed, then I joined him.
He looked gorgeous in a pair of black trousers and a crisp button-up shirt, a pale shade of blue that brightened his eyes. The top two buttons were undone, and his hair was still damp.
“You look nice,” I said, which was an understatement, but I was trying to take it easy.