Especiallybecause they were at each other’s throats. Their chemistry was undeniable.
So yes, there were many things making me happy.
My due date was only a week away. It was incredibly odd for Elden to let me be without him since at my last checkup, the doctor said the baby was already in position, so I could go into labor any day now.
Granted, I was with Hades and Freya and less than fifteen minutes away from him, but it was still unusual.
“How do we know he has her?” Elden’s voice filtered from the open door across the common area.
I stopped in my tracks, redirecting my path, needles of dread pricking me in upon hearing the tone of Elden’s voice.
“We don’t,” Jagger sighed. “But we know that her car, along with her purse and phone, was just sitting on the side of the road. Bitch does not go anywhere without her purse or phone.”
All blood had drained from my body by the time I got to the door that had been left ajar.
“We have to tell Violet,” Colby’s strained, anxious voice filtered out.
“No way in fuck,” Elden replied.
“She knows her better than anyone else,” Jagger argued. “She may know something that could give us a chance. Give her a chance.”
“We’re not telling Violet shit,” Elden barked. “Not until we know for sure.”
“Too late,” I informed him, pushing the door open, staring at the table full of very serious and worried looking bikers whose heads had all swiveled in my direction.
Rapidly, Elden stood, stalking toward me. I held up my hand to stop his approach.
Instead, I focused on Hansen at the head of the table. My flight attendant.
Except he did not look calm, in control. His features were tight. His hand was fisted on top of the table.
This was not just turbulence. The plane was going down.
I swayed on my feet.
There was a screech as a bunch of men prepared to come to my aid.
But naturally, Elden was much quicker than anyone else, his arms around me.
I scowled at him but needed his arms because I wasn’t completely sure I wasn’t going to fall over.
“What’s going on?” I demanded.
“Why don’t we get you to sit down?” Elden tried to guide me toward the nearest chair.
My eyes found his. “I don’t want to sit down. I want someone to tell me what’s going on.”
“Sariah is missing,” Hansen told me, his tone tight but controlled.
I forgot how to breathe. “Missing?”
He bobbed his head. “We can’t be sure, but we think he took her.”
He.
ByheHansen meant the killer who had been butchering young women and had almost killed me.
My brain struggled to process this information.