My blood ran cold at his words. “What?”
“She’s not here.”
A bellow of rage left my chest.
“I don’t know where she went but one of the prospects said she drove out of here about an hour ago alone and seemed to be in a rush.”
“I’ll find her,” I snarled into the phone and hit end, hanging up before Grim could say anything else.
Rael ticked his head in my direction. “Xenon is trying to find out what happened.”
“Text Shadow and tell him to come fix the fuckin’ door.” The prospect was pretty good with repairs. We used his skills often.
“Yeah. I’m on it.” Rael probably didn’t like that I gave him an order but I didn’t care.
Jaw locked in anger, I spun on my heel and headed out the door, determined to locate Sasha.
If Chamuco had her, there would be hell to pay.
My Reaper agreed, taking hold of my body, and rushing to the surface of my skin. I embraced his presence and the rage that fueled my need for destruction.
“Let’s go,” I growled, stomping from the apartment in time to hear a familiar voice scream.
Sasha!
There was no sign of the cat.
I had walked the entire neighborhood with Rev and Olivia and we didn’t see him anywhere. The kids called his name over and over but he never showed up.
“He’s got the prettiest purr, Sasha,” Olivia cried, burying her head in my stomach.
My shirt was soaked with her tears. “I’m sure he does, honey.”
“And he always catches mice,” Rev added.
“He’s the best catcher too,” she agreed with a sniffle.
“Maybe he’s out hunting,” I suggested.
Rev shrugged like he considered the idea.
Olivia adamantly shook her head. “Nope. Buttons doesn’t hunt like that since his accident.”
Rev rolled his eyes. “You don’t know that.”
“Yeah, I do. He just plays with the mice. I know. I saw him playing with a mouse last week.”
“Was it dead?” Rev was staring her down, his little brows bunched up in frustration.
“Well, no. I don’t remember.”
“He wasn’t hunting because it was already dead.”
Olivia shook her finger at him. “You don’t know, okay? You weren’t there, Rev.”
He opened his mouth to retort when I held up my hands. It was obvious they were both tired and stressed. I ushered them back into the house, knowing the cat was either lost or wasn’t ready to come home. An uneasy feeling tickled my spine and I turned around, staring out at the twilight and shadows. No one was there but I had the distinct impression we weren’t alone.
The door was shut and locked fast as I told the kids to take a bath. While they were busy getting ready for bed, I walked around and made sure all of the windows and doors were locked and secure. That odd sensation was back and I pulled my phone from my pocket, ready to dial Bodie when there was a thud outside on the front porch.