Savage Hunger(100)
“Yes, she does.” Warrick hesitated to tell him she was at Kevin’s house with Quinton watching over her.
Terror slammed into him. Stark. Sudden. All coming from Sienna again.
“What the fuck?”
“What’s wrong?” Kevin asked.
“It’s Sienna,” he muttered, moving toward the exit to the building. “Where is she? Something’s happening.”
“She’ll be here soon.”
Warrick froze, turning back around to face Kevin. “What do you mean? She’s coming here?”
“Yes. Didn’t you request that she be brought down here?”
No. Ice slid through his blood.
“Who went to pick her up?” he rasped.
Fear and realization swept across Kevin’s face. “Oh dear God. Agent Rafferty has her.”
Fuck.
“I need to find her.” Terror slid through him, but this time it wasn’t hers, but his own.
He closed his eyes and pressed a hand to his temple, struggling to make that connection with Sienna again. He called out to her in his mind, not for one second imagining she could hear him.
Warrick.
With crystal-clear clarity, he heard her scream his name. Saw what she saw. Rafferty. Dragging her from Kevin Peters’s car.
“Do you have a connection with her?” Kevin asked anxiously at his side.
The distraction almost snapped the delicate link Warrick had somehow established. He forced a nod out, but didn’t open his eyes, fearing the connection would sever.
“Hold on to it, Warrick. We’ll find her.” Kevin grabbed his elbow, ushering him toward the door. “All shifters have this ability with their mates, but many don’t take time to develop and hone the skill.”
“I’ve got her.” And he did. Seeing everything she saw, feeling the terror that she felt.
Helpless. He was so damn hel—Quinton!
“Quinton just showed up,” Warrick muttered, some of the tension easing from his muscles as he and Kevin climbed inside the van outside of headquarters. “He may be able to stop this jackass in his tracks.”
“Let’s hope so.” The worry in Kevin’s tone hadn’t eased. He started the van and pulled away from the curb. “Do you have a sense of where they are?”
“Not far from your house. A few blocks.”
“All right.” The van surged forward.
Thank God. Quinton had stalled Rafferty, and Sienna was fleeing back to the car. But, shit—no.
Warrick’s stomach clenched as if a fist had surged into it. He gripped the door handle and squinted his eyes closed, momentarily letting the connection slip.
“Quinton’s down. Stab wound to the chest. Rafferty’s got Sienna.”
“Oh no. Please, no.” Kevin’s voice dropped. “Don’t lose the connection. I’ll place a call for someone to retrieve Quinton. Do you think he’s…?”
“I would be surprised if he survived.” Warrick opened his eyes again, staring blindly out the window, and sought to reconnect with Sienna.
It was like trying to get an old television with a bent antenna to focus. The link with her would flash in and then fizzle out. He focused harder. Silently calling her name and trying to lock on to her thoughts.
Bam! And there it was.
“Something’s changed.” His gut kicked. “Rafferty was going to try and wipe her, but now he just wants her dead.”
Kevin let out a string of curse words that he’d probably never before used in his life.
“Where are they now, Warrick?”
“Trees. I see—they’re heading toward the Fells.”
“All right. Perfect. We’ll get to her in time. We have to.”
Warrick tried to keep his breathing steady, trying not to think what the consequences would be if they didn’t.
The Fells. Sienna knew this place like the back of her hand. Had hiked here with her dad and brother lots of times growing up.
Maybe, just maybe, if she got out of the car first she could have an advantage.
“I didn’t want to have to kill you, Sienna,” Rafferty muttered. She could hear the scowl in his voice. “It’s so much messier this way and going to make it hard as hell to cover my ass.”
“They’ll know it’s you. It’s not too late to—”
“It is too late, dammit! I should’ve killed you the first time, Sienna.”
Fear clogged the air in her throat and she bit her lip to stifle a whimper. Dammit. She couldn’t die like this. Not now. She’d fight. She’d fight with every last bit of strength she had.
Hang in there, Sienna.
She bit back a hysterical giggle. Great, now she was deluding herself into thinking she heard Warrick. Still, delusion offered a little bit of comfort. Strength.