“No. I’m not. We know you’ve been looking for someone to blame all your shit on recently, and we know you can’t find anyone. It’s because you’re looking in the wrong place.”
I glance at Galen, and his eyes meet mine, both of us thinking the same thing.
Stella.
“Go,” he says to me. “Alex, Nico. You too.”
“Sir,” Alex mutters to Galen.
The three of us turn our backs on our captives as one of them screams bloody murder. But I don’t look back to see what either Theo or Daemon has done.
My only concern is Stella.
If this is a setup, if he, whoever he is, has planned this, then he could have been waiting for her.
“Fuck. We need to find her,” I say, running out of the warehouse.
To my amazement, Carl is waiting for us with the engine already running.
“We need to get home.”
“You got it,” he agrees as we all pile in. “Have fun?” he asks with a smirk, glancing over at the state of me.
“Something like that,” I mutter, looking down at my busted knuckles.
My fists curl. It’s nothing compared to what’s going to happen when we get to the bottom of this.