think it through. With no idea where they lived and no wolf contacts in Vancouver to help her locate their Alpha, Gabe, she was at a loss for what to do.
By the time her shift had ended, she felt ready to crawl out of her skin. She’d only promised Jason to stay put last night. She made no such promises tonight. She quickly changed out of her scrubs, knowing that her plain looking clothes would make her stick out like a sore thumb at Wave, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. The club would be her starting point.
The place was fairly empty when she arrived, being that it was still early. She made a beeline for the bar, recognizing the bartender from the night before. Again, she berated herself for not thinking ahead. She wished that she had taken a photo of Jason on her phone right after he took one of her on his. Now she had no photo to show the bartender, only his description to give.
“Why are you looking for him?” the bartender asked suspiciously.
April felt the hairs on the back of her neck stand up as if in warning. She knew she felt something off about the bartender yesterday, but couldn’t put her finger on it.
“Oh, I just thought he was cute,” she lied. “Was hoping I’d run into him again.”
“Didn’t I see you leave with him last night?”
Shit . “Um … never mind.”
She tried to back up slowly but found herself colliding with a hard muscular chest. When she turned around a tall, beefy man was sneering at her, like she was something distasteful to him. She felt the hairs on her neck stand again in warning. His almost black eyes peered at her, searching, for what, she did not know.
April found herself standing frozen, a feeling she wasn’t entirely sure was hers. She wanted to run, she wanted to scream, hell, she wanted to reach out, kick the guy in the balls and get the hell out of there, but something in his eyes held her still. She cringed when he reached for her face and slowly drew a finger down her cheek. She felt a small shock of electricity as his skin made contact with her own.
“Ah, the one that slipped away last night.” His sneer morphed into a cruel smile and told her that whatever he searched for, he had found.
April found herself being hauled out of the bar by him and two other men. She tried to scream, but some sort of block in her vocal chords prevented her from doing so. No one at the club even seemed to notice that she was being dragged away against her will. And there was that damn blue light again, sparking from her palms. She needed to finally admit to herself that she wasn’t just imagining it. It was real, and she needed to figure out what it was.
They led her to the back entrance, her struggles amounting to nothing, and onto a side street where a black limo awaited. The beefy goon smiled once more at her, and then he shoved her inside the car where she came face to face with an unconscious Jason.
Chapter Five
“Oh my God, what have you bastards done to him?”
Jason could hear April’s panicked voice as his mind slowly tried to shake the groggy haze from whatever those Fae assholes had used to knock him out. He’d gone back to the bar after dropping April safely off at home, and apparently he’d asked the wrong bartender too many questions. He followed the guy to a back office, and the next thing he knew, he was waking up in some cheap limo, his wolf frantic, telling him not only had he been sleeping for almost an entire day, but that now their mate had been captured as well. Trussed up and barely conscious, neither he nor his wolf could protect her.
“Oh, do calm yourself, girl,” he heard a male voice say. It sounded like the guy sat across from him. Jason didn’t recognize the voice of the male speaking, and his accent was clearly not from around here. “Your dog isn’t dead. There’s no need for hysterics.” The man paused for a moment as if contemplating something. “You almost had us fooled, you know, clever girl. None of
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