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“Maybe he’s really into cleaning?” Matt tries.
“You really don’t want to believe it’s him, do you?”
Matt rubs his face frustratingly. “I believe you. I did even without the evidence. Youknowthat. But I don’t know how I’ll believe anyone else ever if this is true,” he confesses.
Same, Matt.Same.
My phone buzzes with a message from Serena listing three properties Dominic could be keeping Elliot in. “We need tosplit up,” I tell Matt.
I get another text from Sam. It’s just coordinates to a random place. No, not random. It’s one of the addresses that Serena just sent.
Who the fuck is this guy?
Just because he got one of the addresses right doesn’t mean he knows what he’s doing. Maybe this is the only one he could find. It would be stupid to ignore the other two. We can’t afford to be wrong.
But I still find myself removing that address from Serena’s text when I resend it to the Bureau Agent group chat.
Matt’s phone buzzes.
“Call Bree and have her and Camilla take you to the first address, and Sloan and Marcus can take the second one,” I rattle off, already walking to my car. “I’ll take the third one.”
“I can come with you,” he offers.
“No, I don’t want Bree and Camilla to go alone.” They’re not really prepared for a combat situation like the rest of us. “I’ll call Serena on the way,” I assure him.
Then I’m off, hoping against all odds Sam wasn’t talking out of his ass.
Chapter Twenty Nine
Sharp Pain, Secret Plans and Sudden Visitors
Elliot
My head hurts. Something is digging into my wrist. I try to move my hands. Sharp pain ripples up my arm.
Scratch that,everythinghurts.
I try to open my eyes, but it’s hard. It’s like my eyelids are glued together. Where am I? What’s happening?
“I know you’re awake,” a voice says sweetly.
Finally, I pull the eyelids open. Everything is dark, off focus. Then I can make out a figure standing in front of me, a few feet away. He’s a little blurry. I focus on his face.
White, male, tall, muscular. Werewolf.
He’s grinning under my inspection.
“Hey, there,” he says. “Heard a lot about you. Your boyfriend won’t shut up about you.Elliot this. Elliot that.I had to see what all the fuss was about for myself,” he continues.
The mention of Nicholas sends a pang in my gut. I try to form words, but my mouth is too dry. So, I focus on breathing and assessing my situation. My hands are tied behind the back of the wooden chair I’m sitting on, and my ankles are tied to its legs.
“And of course, there was the whole thing about you killing my girlfriend,” he says matter-of-factly.
My head snaps to his face.
Bad idea. My gaze whitens, and pain sears through my head. It makes me dizzy and nauseous.
He laughs. “That got a reaction, huh? Not the boyfriend thing. Well, now I’m sure he’s going to forgive me if he finds out, which he won’t. About me, that is.You’rescrewed. I’ll make sure of that,” he says.
