Blood Lust - Alexandra Ivy Page 0,98

the healer. “Where is she now?”

“We don’t know.” Ida pressed another key on the computer and the middle monitor went black. “This is the video in the nursery,” she explained. “During the confusion she managed to slip away with the child.”

“Stella must think she can use Molly as a hostage,” Wolfe growled.

Lana nodded. “We have to find them.”

Wolfe grimaced, glancing toward the computer to study the blueprint still visible on the screen.

“There’re too many storage spaces on that floor that don’t have cameras. She could be anywhere.”

He was right. The storage rooms were the few places that weren’t monitored by security.

Just their luck.

Now they not only had to figure out some way to get past the magic that prevented the spread of Stella’s newly acquired powers, but they were going to have to search the entire floor to track them down.

A shame that Molly didn’t have the power to contact them.

With a surge of adrenaline, Lana reached out to grasp Wolfe’s arm.

“Myst,” she breathed. “She has a connection to the child.”

Wolfe gave a sharp nod, heading toward the door as he pulled his phone from his pocket.

“I’ll have Arel start an evacuation of Valhalla,” he muttered. “If things go to hell I want as many people out of range as possible.”

* * *

Myst gave her phone a frustrated shake.

Of course the stupid thing wouldn’t work when she needed it the most. With a grimace, she tossed it on the rolling tray set beside Bas’s bed.

She’d been on the point of leaving the hospital room to return to Molly when the shrill alarm had gone off and the door had slammed shut. At first she’d only been mildly disturbed. She wasn’t familiar with Valhalla, but she assumed there were any number of reasons an alarm might go off.

But when she’d moved across the room to open the door and demand an explanation, she found it wouldn’t budge.

And now she couldn’t reach anyone with her phone.

“Anything?” Bas demanded, shoving aside the blankets, revealing the thin robe that covered his recently healed body.

His hair was tousled and his jaw darkened with his unshaved whiskers, but his eyes were alert and his power capable of heating the air.

He’d come a long way from the unconscious male who’d barely been clinging to life when he arrived in Valhalla. Still, she knew that he was far from full strength.

She instinctively moved toward him, anxious to make sure he didn’t do anything to risk his recovery.

“No, the door is still locked and I don’t have any service on my phone,” she admitted, halting next to the bed.

She would physically keep him restrained if necessary.

Bas grimaced. “I forgot that the Mave placed a dampening spell in Valhalla that keeps outside electronics from functioning properly,” he muttered. “I don’t know exactly how it works, but it keeps visitors from covertly taking pictures or planting any sort of spy equipment.”

Myst studied his beautiful face. She knew without asking that Bas had discovered the Mave’s security measures when he was trying to plant some sort of spy equipment. His life as a mercenary meant he was branded an outlaw by Valhalla. He would want to know if they were plotting to hunt him down.

“Great,” she muttered, even as she admired the Mave’s efforts to protect her people.

Myst didn’t doubt for a second that the humans were constantly attempting to probe through the outer dome that protected Valhalla, as well as sending in visitors with equipment intended to spy on the high-bloods.

“What about Molly?” Bas asked, his voice hard with concern.

Myst pressed her fingers to her temple, her head aching from her efforts to touch her daughter’s mind.

“She was in the nursery, but now I can’t connect with her,” she said. “It feels like our bond is muffled.”

“Damn.” Bas swung his legs over the edge of the bed, a layer of sweat coating his face as it twisted with pain.

Myst grabbed his shoulder, ridiculously trying to prevent him from rising to his feet.

“What are you doing?”

“Obviously something happened.” Bas shoved himself upright, grabbing the bar at the foot of the bed to keep from pitching forward. “We need to get out of here.”

She moved to stand directly in front of him. Not that she was going to be able to stop him from falling on his face, if he continued to be stubborn. He was way too heavy for her to keep upright.

She pointed out the obvious. “You can barely stand.”

His jaw clenched. “I’m fine.”

“Bas.”

Her plea to get him back into bed