Lone Wolf. Karen Whiddon
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gripping one hand with the other so tightly it hurt, terror knotting inside her. “You have to be.”
Expression grim, he felt in his pocket, bringing out his phone. Opening it, he punched in a code. “I’m calling her cell. Maybe I am wrong. If she answers, we’ll know.”
If she answered. She tried to force herself to relax. No if. Of course Addie would answer.
But as the silence grew, Beck holding the phone to his ear, she began to worry she wouldn’t.
Trying not to shake as awful images built in her mind, Marika watched, waiting, willing Addie to answer. Which she would. Any second now. She had to. The alternative was unacceptable.
After a moment, Beck shook his head. Closing the phone, he shot her a bleak look. “No answer.”
Everything seemed to freeze at exactly that moment. She tried to clear her head, to force herself to move, to do something, say something, anything—but she couldn’t even force air past the blockage in her throat.
Finally, one word of protest escaped her. “But—”
He touched her, lightly. “Don’t panic. There could be a thousand reasons why she didn’t answer. We’ll try her again later.”
She nodded. A thousand reasons. Right.
Despite his assurances, panic clogged her throat. Icy fear twisting around her insides, she felt worse than dead, immobilized, horrorstruck. She couldn’t seem to make her voice work, though she wanted to talk, to convince herself even now that she had no reason to worry. She couldn’t seem to do much more than take quick shallow breaths and try to keep from screaming.
Finally, still clenching her hand so tightly her nails dug into her palm, she forced more words past the knot in her throat. “Okay. I’m sure everything’s all right. Maybe Addie left the bar and went back to my place. Or maybe she never left, and stayed at my house. It could be she decided not to make Juliet’s remembrance ceremony with you this year. She might have, you know.”
“Call your house.” He held out his phone.
“I can’t.” She shook her head. “I don’t have a phone there. Too easy to trace. If I need to contact her, I use Addie’s cell.”
Which he’d just tried, with no answer. Still trying to keep from absolutely freaking out, she looked at him.
“Beck, we can’t be all that far from the bar. Just to make sure—”
“We’ve got to go there now,” he finished for her, his deep voice calm and reassuring.
“Exactly.” Finally, she could move again. Take action. In the driveway, a nondescript black pickup was parked.
Perfect.
Beck made it to the vehicle a second after she did, proving that shifters could move fast, too.
“I’m driving,” he said.
She didn’t bother to protest. She was too shaky to function normally and would only be a danger behind the wheel.
As they climbed in, and she settled in her seat, buckling herself in, he gave her shoulder a gentle squeeze. “I’m sure everything’s all right.”
She wasn’t. Hell, she couldn’t even summon a fake smile. Knowing her extremely fragile control quivered on the verge of shattering, she focused on details. “Do you have any idea where we are, how far we are from Alpine? For all I know, they could have driven us into Mexico.”
“I think we’re still in Texas. Though I was in and out of consciousness when they brought me here, it didn’t seem like we drove that long. And I’d remember if we’d stopped at the border, which would have been really risky with me tied up in the bed of the pickup.”
“What about your phone? Can’t you use your GPS to find out where we are?”
“I don’t want to take any chances of drawing any attention to ourselves.”
“Good point.” Aware he was making small talk to try and keep her calm, she pointed, noting how her hand shook. “The keys are in the ignition.”
“I’m thinking they didn’t worry about thieves out here.” His calm, even voice made her want to lash out at him. But inside, she knew he was right. A Huntress out of control was a dead Huntress. If Dani was in danger, Marika knew she needed to keep her wits about her.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
She nodded. “Good to go.”
Starting the engine, Beck put the truck in Drive and pulled out. The black silence inside her gnawed away at her confidence. All she could do was yearn for her baby girl.
As though he somehow sensed this, he indicated the eastern horizon, where the lightening of the sky had been painted with broad brushstrokes of pink, red and orange.
“Looks like the sun will be coming up soon. Guess it’s gonna be a scorcher.”
Small talk. Small talk. Gratefully, she clung to the idea, knowing she had to regain and then maintain her composure. “Last night, do you have any idea what time they grabbed you?”
“A little after midnight.” He shook his head. “We couldn’t have driven too far, though time flies when you drift in and out of consciousness.”
Leaning forward, she peered at the speedometer. Eighty. “Can’t we go any faster?”
“I’ve got it floored. This is as fast as this beat-up old truck will go.”
Not fast enough. Just thinking of Dani being captured, of their hands on her soft white skin—rough and hurting—shattered her.
“Marika.” Beck’s sharp tone brought her out of her dark reverie. “Stay with me.”
He was right. Grateful, she nodded. “I’m here. It’s just—”
“Don’t go there.” Fear and anger glittered in his eyes, but his voice sounded even and composed. “We were talking about how they grabbed us. I was at Addie’s. What about you? Where’d they get you?”
Deep breath. And another. Drawing on years of training, she managed to keep her voice steady. “In Lubbock. I had an assignment there, which is why I had Addie come stay with Dani.”
“What happened? How’d they get you?” His quiet questions contained no condemnation that she, a Huntress, had let herself be captured. But then, how could he, a Protector, condemn her when the very same thing had happened to him?
She sighed. “They set me up. I suppose I should have seen it coming, but I didn’t think they had the brains to come up with such a plan. I’d completed my assignment but hadn’t taken the time to feed. They doped up a goat, then hit it with a car, knowing I’d come across it in a few minutes. It was still alive when I found it. I was hungry, so …” She shrugged. “I put it out of its misery.”
“And whatever they’d given it got to you through its blood.”
Because there was little she could say, she settled for a quick nod, still trying to keep panic at bay.
Beck’s deep voice became her lifeline. “How long were you held in the basement of that house?”
“How long? I don’t know.” Though the landscape flew past, the hands on the dashboard clock seemed to barely move.
“Try to think,” he urged. “I need you with me, a hundred percent.”
“They kept me closed up inside a stone box.
It was extremely dark in there, with no way to keep track of time. If I were to give it my best guess, I’d say a couple of weeks.”
While Dani had been left with Addie, safe at Marika’s house. Not in the open, unprotected, at Addie’s bar. Even if it had been the anniversary of Juliet’s death, what had Addie