“The only thing he will find is trouble. There is no controlling him,” Draco warns in a low intense tone.
“I am not leaving him out there if there is the smallest chance that Zane can find him,” Tor replies, stepping back and throwing his hands up in frustration.
“Jasmine saw him in a cell. We just need to figure out where,” Wulf interrupts in a quiet voice. When they arrived earlier, they mentioned that Jasmine had a vision of Tal and that he was being held in a cell. At least that gave everyone hope that he was still fine and that we had a chance of getting to him before they hurt him, or worse, killed him.
“Unless she saw an address it doesn’t help us find him, now does it?” Tor grunts.
“Fuck, Tor, you’re one stubborn son of a bitch,” Draco grunts angrily. “Fine get him, but don’t come and complain to me when he spirals out of control, pulling you with him.”
Tor grunts as he turns, heading for the exterior door of the club. “Go with him!” Draco inclines his head towards where Tor disappeared as he looks at Colborn and Burkhart just as Garth and Bjarni enter from the back.
“Where the hell did you get those handcuffs from, Bro?” Garth asks as he looks at Dag.
“I didn’t, Freya brought them to me,” Dag replies, which has Garth’s head snapping towards Dane with a surprised look.
“No way, does your woman use those on you?”
His question has Dane snap to attention, his muscles looking as hard as steel. “Fuck off,” he grates with a scowl.
“Well, your woman was the one that got them.”
Dane looks over his shoulder at Freya with a raised brow.
“Umm,” Freya starts, but is interrupted by Anastasia.
“They Tor’s.” Her words have all the men looking at her with different expressions on their face. Some of them look shocked, others amused.
“Well, fuck that… Tor has kink in him that he’s hiding from all of us,” Ceric quips. “Maybe we should get him a blow-up doll like we did Draco?”
“No way. I can’t see Tor with handcuffs on, no matter the situation,” Eirik states as he shakes his head.
“Come on, boys,” Nova interrupts as she takes my hand, pulling me with her. I stand, following her reluctantly. “Everyone has a right to play anyway they like.”
“You have been with Ceric for too long, it’s clear that he has corrupted you,” Asgar says with a smile.
“Ceric corrupted me?” Nova asks as she looks at her mate with a naughty smile. “No, I think it’s the other way around.” When we come to stand near the men, Eirik comes to stand next to me, sliding his arm around my shoulders.
I see Draco’s eyes looking at us suspiciously.
Nova squeezes my hand, which has me glancing at her only to see her inclining her head slightly to Eirik. What? and then I realize what she’s asking, she wants me to shock him. I shake my head, which has her frown. “What are you up to?” Ceric suddenly asks as he comes to stand behind his mate, sliding his arms around her waist. “Be good, Nova.”
“What?” she says innocently, which has him grunting as he lowers his head and nips her neck.
“Behave,” I hear him mutter. Now I know what I can and cannot do, it’s nice to know that if I have to use my gift with an Elemental, I can if another woman is around. But I will not be using it against Eirik, at least not right now.
“Where’s the prospect that gave Tor the information?” Draco asks.
“Drake is doing the rounds today; do you want me to go and call him?” Asgar asks with a raised brow.
“Yeah.”
Asgar nods and walks outside to do Draco’s bidding.
Eirik leans down to kiss my neck, his fingers stroking my chin. “Hey, Siena, I hear you zapped the guys that are locked up,” Bjarni, one of Draco’s men and a giant at that, asks. He and Garth are like two walls standing there.
“They were coming at us. It was either that or let them do whatever they were thinking of doing.”
My reply has him nodding, a grin appearing on his face. “It must have been some zapping. The one guy is still incoherent and there is a burn mark where you touched him.”