Page 39 of Point Proven
Fuck, whatever phone he was using prevented tracking, but this was likecaketo me. If they wanted to hide, they should’ve done a better fucking job, as my next sequence infected their firewall. Strings of letters and numbers collected, rapidly firing as their defenses crumbled.
“Um… Cuddling…”
“You’re doing great. Keep talking to me.”
Thirty more seconds. Thirty more and I would pinpoint the general location. Inhaling sharply, I bid away the remaining emotions. It would cloud my judgment and slow down my reaction time. I didn’t have a moment to spare.
“I just want… to be in your arms again…” Exhaustion caused his voice to waver slightly, and the gravelly depth of it had me wondering if Stefan had wrapped his hands around Liam’s throat again. “I just want… I want my home back…”
“Y-You will. You’ll be right next to me, and I’ll never let you go. Just… Just keep talking, okay?”
Ten seconds.
That’s all that remained between finding him, shoving my gun into Stefan’s mouth, and blowing his fucking head off until only mush remained.
“I-I don’t know… what he has planned for me… But I need you to know that I love you, Simon…”
“Hey, don’t… don’t you give up on me.” Breath hitching, I entered the final string of letters. “You are a fighter, and I’m coming for you. I love you more than anything.”
“I love…” he paused, his breathing increasing as panic built. “I-I have… I have to go…”
Swallowing down my panic, I clenched the sheets. “I know you do. But don’t give up. Please. I’m coming.”
“I won’t… I’ll keep… keep fighting for as long as I can,” he whimpered, a soft cry joining. “I miss you and love you… so much… I don’t want to go… but he’s… he’s coming…”
He’s coming.
Stifling another cry, my knuckles blanched. “I love you so much. I don’t want you to go either, but you have to stay safe. You keep fighting.”
“I-I will… I love you, Simon…”
Before I could offer him further comfort, the call ended.
While my heart threatened to break, my computer dinged, alerting me that it hadworked.
One word appeared on the computer screen, and a smile graced my features. Shoving the covers from me, I bolted to the door. Prosthetic groaning with the sudden movement, I yanked it open and bounded down the hallway.
Pounding my fist against the door, I teetered on my heels. God, what was fucking taking them so?—
Oren rubbed his eye with his knuckle, a yawn billowing from him. “Simon, what thefuckare you doing? Thorne is still asleep, and it’s like six in the?—”
“I found him. I fuckingfoundhim!”
“Hmmm?”
Rolling my eyes, I shoved my way past him. “Cover your asses and get up. We need to go to Novosibirsknow.”
Thorne’s near-lifeless form shifted on the bed, and a lengthened groan left him as he turned on his side. Glancing up at me with barely opened eyes, his brows furrowed. “What the fuck are you doing, Simon?”
“Beats the fuck out of me. We could’ve been fucking, Simon! Jesus Christ.” Oren leaned against the wall, scowl plastered on his face, but it was the sight of his curls sticking up on one side of his head that had me stifling laughter.
“I found Liam. He called me, and I tracked his location. I couldn’t… couldn’t pinpoint it exactly, but he’s in Novosibirsk, Russia!”
“God, your Russian is terrible.” Flopping onto his back, Thorne palmed his eyes. “You realize we need plane tickets. Right? We can’t justleave.”
“Don’t you have connections? Friends you can call to get us there?” Blurting out my words, I wrung my hands together. “I… Ifoundhim. Please.”
His back arched as he stretched, the silken sheets molding to his form—naked, he was naked, and I quickly glanced away. “I’ll call Levander.”
