It wasn’t like pounding her fists against the walls and screaming at the top of her lungs was going to change anything.
She would still be humiliated, trapped, and staring in the face of death.
Instead she turned to glance at the silent man standing in the center of the room.
The very last man in the world she would want to see her in such a vulnerable position.
“How did you find me?”
Fane frowned, clearly baffled why she was asking. “Callie came to me when you missed your dinner date. She was concerned.”
Ah. She smiled. She adored Callie for loving her enough to be concerned, but Serra wished to God she’d chosen someone else to rush to the rescue.
“And?” she prompted.
“I watched the surveillance tapes and knew which vehicle you’d taken,” Fane continued.
“You used the GPS to follow me.”
“Yes.”
That explained how he had found her. But not why. She impatiently brushed a stray curl behind her ear.
“Why you?”
“What?”
“I thought you were leaving for Tibet?”
His frown became a threatening scowl. “When you were in danger?”
Her gaze lowered to her fingers that were clenched together, her knuckles white as she struggled to hold her shit together.
“You couldn’t have known I was in danger.”
“I knew.”
The soft, ruthless certainty in his voice sent a prickle of awareness over her skin. Dammit.
How did he do that?
“There are other Sentinels,” she pointed out.
He hissed out an impatient breath. “Serra, it doesn’t matter why I’m here.”
With a grimace, she lifted her head to meet his unwavering gaze. There was no way in hell she was going to admit just how much it mattered. Not now.
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.”
Something moved in the back of his dark eyes. A glimpse of a powerful emotion that was swiftly masked.
“What do you know about the child that’s been kidnapped?”
Serra sucked in a deep breath, wishing she possessed Fane’s ability to crush her emotions so easily.
“She’s a four-year-old norm,” she said, proud when her voice came out steady. “And whatever the kidnapper is demanding from Bas it’s more than he’s willing to pay.”
“Not money?”