Which was probably the stupidest thing I could have done when I had no idea where she was. But what were the odds she would call in the fourteen minutes I had been away from my phone? I had been heading back to the car now to get it.
“Mom told me about the challenge and your dad. I’m so sorry, Rem.” She sniffled again. “Is Gabe okay? Are you okay?”
“Dad’s hanging in there, and I’m fine. Where are you? I’ll leave now to come get you.” The plane would be taking off to head back to Brooks Ridge any minute, but maybe I could stop it. Hell, I would charter a private plane if I had to.
A strangled sound escaped her. “You can’t.”
“The hell I can’t,” I replied, practically growling the words as my hand tightened around the phone.
“Remy,” she sighed, sounding defeated, “I’m not anywhere near you right now.”
“That’s what airplanes are for,” I clipped out, turning and looking at Rhodes.
He was already on his phone. He covered the mouthpiece and told me, “I stopped the plane. Find out where Skye is, and we’ll go get her.”
We’ll go get her.
My friends looked at me with determination and hope. They would follow me into the devil’s house to bring her back because they loved her, too.
“There’s a storm coming in, and Dimitri said we’ll be stuck here for days,” Skye said bitterly into the phone. “You wouldn’t make it.”
“Who the fuck is Dimitri?” I snarled, wondering where she was and who the hell she was with.
Whatever adrenaline I had spent taking down Lodge was roaring back to the surface now. I had no idea if Dimitri was a friend or keeping her there against her will. Maybe he was someone else from Long Mesa.
“Daniel,” she corrected. “It’s Daniel. From the Summit? He was with Elias.”
“Wait, you’re with Daniel?” I asked, frowning as I tried to keep up.
“We were looking for you when the bomb went off,” she explained. “The blast knocked me out—”
“What?” I demanded, fear flashing through my body.
“I’m okay, I swear,” she assured me. “He got Tate and I out of there and brought us to his pack.”
“Daniel didn’t have a pack,” I muttered through clenched teeth. I looked at Dante and Ryder. “But Tate’s with you?”
“Yes,” Skye said quickly. “Tell Dante she’s fine.”
I gave him a tight smile. “Skye said that Tate’s okay. They’re together.”
“Thank fuck,” Dante muttered as Ryder sighed heavily, leaning his forehead against Dante’s shoulder. “Can we talk to her?”
“She’s not with me right now,” Skye informed me, clearly hearing Dante’s request. “She’s … sleeping. I’ll have her call him as soon as she wakes up.”
“Skye’s not with her. She’s sleeping or something” I told him, but that didn’t sound right. I had known Tate for years; she wasn’t the type to sleep through a crisis.
Dante frowned, clearly thinking the same thing I was.
“Skye, where are you?” I pressed. “Daniel’s pack was from Arizona, right? We can be there in a few hours.”
She laughed, but there was no humor in it. “God, I wish. Daniel isn’t Daniel, Rem. His name is Dimitri, and he’s … Jesus, I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s my brother. Kind of. It’s a long story. We have the same father.”
Wait.
What the actual fuck?
My hands started to shake. “Babe, where the hell are you?”
The heavy pause between us sent my senses into high alert. I wasn’t going to like her answer.
“Russia,” she finally murmured.
I couldn’t keep the fury out of my voice even if I tried. “What the fuck do you mean you’re in Russia?” The question exploded out of my chest with a growl.
“She’s where?” Katy demanded, coming close to me.
“And Tate’s with her?” Ryder exclaimed, stunned by the news.
I waved them off and moved away from them as they started talking.
“Explain,” I ground out, barely able to breathe the word around my clenched teeth. Every muscle in my body was locked tight, ready to physically attack the distance between us and smash through it.
“It’s a long story, Remy,” she said softly, her voice soothing the jagged edges of my nerves.
“I’ve got time.”
“Dimitri came to the Summit to watch Elias,” she started slowly.
“Why?”
“Did you know Elias came from Norwood?”
I jerked in surprise. “No. I had no idea.” I tried to remember if I had ever bothered to ask where Elias was from. He had been at the school before I started. Probably since Dad was my age and the Council