Devon put a hand to her mouth. "Oh, God, no. The baby's not ready to be born yet."
Jolene rubbed the hellcat's back, her eyes hard. "It would seem that they don't care about that." There was a wealth of lethal intent in her tone.
"Linda's a midwife," said Keenan. "Nora probably recruited her to help with the birth."
The door burst open, and Thatcher barged in with his sentinel-slash-bodyguard behind him. His gaze ran over everyone. "My sentinel saw you all rush inside like you were being chased by a pack of wild hellhounds. What has happened?"
Knox would have sent him out, only he wanted to see Thatcher's reaction to the news. "Someone kidnapped Harper. They took her through a portal."
Shock flashed across Thatcher's face, and it seemed genuine. "You're sure?"
"Does it look like I'm fucking kidding?"
Thatcher weaved his way through the others and held up his hand, no doubt reading the magick in the air. "You are right. I could reopen the portal for you. Do you trust me?"
"No."
Thatcher let out a short sigh. "Will you allow me to reopen it for you?"
Knox narrowed his eyes. "Why would you?"
"No one likes living under a cloud of suspicion. Maybe if I help you, you'll no longer suspect me of meaning your mate any harm."
Knox, said Harper, voice still faint. I'm scared.
Her fear pierced his soul and almost knocked him back a step. It's going to be fine, baby. I'm right here with you. I'm going to find some way to get to you, I swear. Just hold on for me, okay? Hold on. Knox nodded at Thatcher. "How long will it take?"
"Ordinarily, the process would take fifteen minutes. I'm a strong incantor. I should be able to do it in ten."
It was too long, Knox thought. But so far, it was the fastest way to get to her. He stepped aside, giving the other Prime room. "I need it done fast."
With his sentinel now at his side, Thatcher immediately got to work.
"Do you think Dario's working with Nora?" Jolene asked Knox.
"My gut says no, but that doesn't mean he can't know something." Knox turned to Tanner. "Bring him here, but don't let him know there's a problem – I don't want his sentinel interfering."
The hellhound nodded and then disappeared from the restrooms.
Muscles tight, Knox remained in position. He wanted to pace and curse and punch a hole through the stall door. Instead, he held himself completely still, even though he felt twitchy, restless, and dangerously on edge. His chest was so tight, he was surprised he could breathe without wheezing.
As the she-demons began to talk, expressing their worries for Harper, Knox blocked out their conversation. He couldn't allow himself to think of what could be happening to Harper – if he did, he'd lose his ability to focus. But despite his best efforts, images of what Nora could be doing to her kept flickering through his mind, slicing at his frayed control.
There wasn't just fury flooding his veins; there was guilt. He should have protected her better. He should never have let her leave his side for a single moment. In being careful not to make her feel suffocated, he'd put her and their child in danger. And he knew he'd never forgive himself for it.
His demon's cold rage echoed through him. Oddly, the demon wasn't ranting and raving. It wasn't demanding vengeance or pushing for control. If the entity was capable of feeling guilt, Knox would have wondered if it blamed itself the same way that Knox blamed himself. He didn't know why the entity was so unnaturally quiet and still – it wasn't inclined to communicate with him right then.
There had only been one other time that the demon had been so silent despite its rage … the very day it had taken it upon itself to destroy the cult in which Knox had been raised as a child. Usually, the demon didn't plan or strategize – it acted on emotion alone, and it didn't care to maintain its composure. The fact that it seemed to be silently strategizing now didn't relieve Knox. Harper had told him that it spooked her when Knox was so deceptively and unnaturally calm. Just the same, his demon's unnatural calm worried him.
"Knox," said Larkin, voice sheepish, "I'm so sorry. I should have come in here with her. This is all my fucking fault."
Khloë shook her head. "No, harpy, it's not. The fault lies with Nutty Nora and whoever might be helping her. Harper would tell you the same thing if she could."
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