Page 73 of Red Moon Secrets

Chapter20

Gage

"She has to be somewhere, damn it!" I yell, tossing shit around the room as Dice flinches.

"Have you checked with Drackus?"

Drackus. That motherfucker won't be of any damn use. I don't even bother answering Dice's rhetorical question.

My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I almost rip the damn seam open to pull it out.

"Yeah?" I rush out, not recognizing the number.

"Meet me in twenty minutes. I know something you're going to want to know," my mother says, making me hiss and growl in one breath.

Not who I wanted to speak to.

"What's this about?"

"Alyssa. Meet me in twenty minutes at the corner grove behind Pine Shore."

"I'll be there in five. You be there, too."

I hang up, and Dice walks over to me, hands on hips like a pissed off woman.

"If you think you're leaving me behind, you're sadly mistaken."

I smirk, shrugging a little. "Go to sleep," I mutter, stifling a grin when he falls to the floor, snoring before he claps the ground.

I grab my keys, and then say to hell with driving. That's not too far. I can vaporize.

My body dissembles and melds with the particles of the air as I split the planes, traveling too fast to be more than a glimpse of a shadow to the mortal eye. My feet hit the ground, I stand up and straighten my jacket, and then I start looking around for the bitch who had better tell me where my girl is.

"Looking for someone?" she asks from behind, bringing my attention to her.

I turn around before saying, "Where is she?"

She smiles and shrugs. "I was hoping you'd have the answer to that. It seems she stole her night stalker from prison after I worked so hard to put him in there."

She broke him out? Fuck. They're together? I can't fucking save her if she doesn't stop running from me.

Wait. What?

"You're the reason he was found out?" I ask, stunned. This bitch knows too much.

Her ominous grin quirks up as she plays with a strand of her hair. "It's so sad, really. You had the potential to be something so great. You always were a disappointment. I served her up on a silver platter for you, and yet you still couldn't play your part. Even gave you Aphrodite's spell. Pathetic, really. Only a true fuck-up can fuck up this bad."

What the hell kind of crazy is she on right now?

"What—"

My words are cut off as a bag is jerked over my head, and a spell binds me, turning me as stiff as a board. I can only struggle internally because my body can't move—I'm paralyzed, damn it.

I try to curse her, say anything, but the spell they've used has muted me. I start chanting inside my head, desperate to break free, but I'm met by darkness before the first line can be said.

Being chained up and ascold as a human in the winter isn't pleasant, but at least I'm alive.

"’Bout time you woke up," an impossibly familiar voice says, chilling me to my core.