Page 73 of Bound by Vengeance
“Good thinking.” Nathan clasped his shoulderand squeezed it. “I owe you a night of drinking when this isover.”
“Make it two nights.”
“Two nights will put me in thepoorhouse.”
“That’s the plan.”
Nathan smiled grimly. He continued to watchthe footage of San Fran as he instructed two of the other huntersto start replaying the footage of Moscow before it went black.Removing his phone from his pocket, he intended to start callingthe other strongholds again, but Roland held up a finger to stophim.
“Tell them to get online,” Roland said.“I’ll hook up a conference call through the computers.”
Nathan called the stronghold leaders again.He told them to go on high alert and to get to a computer. When hefinished, and while Roland worked on getting the leaders together,he called Ronan.
“We have a problem,” he said when Ronananswered.
“What is it?”
“Do you have a property I can move thestronghold to?”
“What’s going on?”
“We’re having some issues with some of thestrongholds.”
There was a pause during which Nathanrealized Ronan was walking somewhere when he heard a door open andclose. Kadence must have been nearby when Ronan answered thephone.
“Are the hunters turning against you?” Ronanasked.
“I’m not sure. It’s a possibility, but Ihave a feeling there’s something more going on, and I need a placeto stay if we have to leave here.”
“You remember how to get to the hotel wherewe held our first meeting, the place in Falmouth?” Ronan asked.
“Yes.”
“It’s still empty. You can go there.”
“Good.”
“Do you need help with whatever thisis?”
“As of right now, it’s a hunter issue, butI’ll let you know if that changes. I’ll alert you if we leavehere.” Nathan hung up before Ronan could reply.
He had no reason to call Vicky, but he hadto hear her voice and make sure she was safe. “I’ll be right back,”he said to the others and walked out of the room.
He ran down the winding staircase andhurried outside to the patio where he watched the rain falling frombeneath the shelter of the overhang. He dialed Vicky’s number andwaited as the phone rang repeatedly.
Convinced voice mail was about to answer, hewas surprised when she said hello in a voice he didn’t quiterecognize. Gone was the husky, flirtatious tone she’d often usedwith him; instead, she sounded exhausted. She should be here withhim, where he could hold her and watch out for her.
Unfortunately, that couldn’t be.
“I wasn’t sure you’d answer,” he said.
The silence extended until he didn’t know ifshe was still there or not.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m fantastic,” she replied.
“Your injuries—”
