sighed and rubbed her forehead. “ I don’t care about the car, but I’d really hoped to keep Angie out of this as much as possible.”
“How did Nazerel know where to find her?” Lor looked at him then shifted his gaze to his mate. “Either your phone or this house is bugged.”
“Knowing how the Rodytes love gadgets, it’s probably both,” Blayne told him.
Then we have to abandon this house and Angie cannot stay here. Lor used the highly shielded link known only to Master Level mages, yet the sudden concern in Tori’s expression made it obvious she could hear as well. Lor must be passing her the conversation. The Shadow Assassins are escalating. At least three of the women featured in the notebook are missing. And that’s just the ones we’ve been able to verify. This can only mean one thing. The hunt has begun.
Blayne nodded. Though not surprising, the news was definitely troubling. They’d recovered the notebook during their raid on the Team North house. The notebook contained information on hundreds of females . The medical records and detailed backgrounds identify potential targets. They’d hoped knowing where the Shadow Assassins were likely to strike would give them an advantage. But there were hundreds of females in the notebook. It wasn’t possible to protect them all.
There’s another complication. Blayne waited until both Tori and Lor looked at him before he went on. Nazerel anchored a tracer strand in Angie’s mind. The link is not fully formed, but she resisted when I tried to remove it so I didn’t force the issue.
Then we can’t take her to the ship . Lor looked into the distance, obviously searching for alternatives.
I could take her to Ontariese and see if Head Master Tal can sever the link without causing her pain . I don’t know anyone who is more skilled with such things .
Actually, I know one , but I’d rather not name him in case we are being monitored. He lives way up in the mountains.
It was highly unlikely that such a private link was being monitored, but Blayne didn’t argue. Lor meant Lord Drakkin. The Bilarrian had trained Vee, the man who founded the Conservatory. Drakkin’s family controlled the mountainous region of Hautell. I know who you mean.
I’ve been tempted to run some of this by him anyway. An objective perspective might be exactly what we need right now. Would you be willing to make the trip? His cabin is rather secluded.
Blayne nearly laughed. By cabin Lor meant mountain fortress, the massive royal residence Drakkin called home. It’s been many cycles since I’ve seen…that person. I would be happy to escort her there. Lord Drakkin was one of the most powerful people in their galaxy. It was an honor to be introduced to him, much less spend time with him.
“I don’t know who the hell you guys are talking about, but I hate this plan.” Apparently she could hear what they’d been saying, but hadn’t yet learned how to access the link directly. She could likely exchange thoughts with Lor, because of their soul bond, but connecting with other minds was a bit more complicated. She crossed her arms over her chest and pressed her lips together. “Just sever the link now, so she can stay with me.”
The muffled rush of the show er stopped, so Blayne lowered his voice. “Has Angie been…victimized? Her reaction to my attempt to sever the link made it seem as if she was reacting to something else.”
Tori looked down, clearly tormented by the possibilit ies. “She won’t talk about it, but she disappeared for almost a week right after our mother died. When Angie came home, she was battered and bloody, but she refused to see a doctor and threatened to leave again if I called the police. Each time I’ve brought it up since then she’s turned belligerent and distant until I leave well enough alone. She was never the same after that. The attack, combined with our mother’s death, fundamentally changed her personality.”
“Then we must find a