But showing my face on campus wasn’t worth the risk, so I just had to hope one of them was making a recording for me.
The little dot marking Kyan began to move beyond the hall then started whizzing along down one of the paths faster than someone could easily run. I frowned, coming off of the app and finding my way onto Saint’s security cameras, tapping through the feeds from the ones he had set up all across campus. I paused on one showing a golf cart accelerating along the path and a breath got lodged in my throat.
Two masked people were on the cart with Kyan perched in the back seat, his head lolling, eyes shut, hands bound. What the hell were they doing with him??
“No,” I gasped, panic igniting in my chest as the cart closed in on the outer gate.
There was only one place beyond there. The parking lot. What if they got him in a vehicle? What if they took him somewhere and hurt him?
I ran for the door as I shoved the gun into my waistband, snatching up Blake’s keys and kicking my feet into my sneakers. I grabbed my coat as I went, tugging it on as I sprinted outside, pulling the hood up around my face to try and keep my identity hidden as I stuffed the key into my pocket and felt my tactical knife kissing my palm.
I took strength from that. My dad had taught me all I needed to know to survive any situation to the point where I was almost hunting shadows for some unknown threat. He’d seen the inner warrior in me and encouraged it to thrive. I could do anything if I set my mind to it. And I would reach Kyan before the Justice Ninjas did anything to him.
I raced along the path, Saint’s phone still locked in my grip as I brought up Monroe’s number and hit dial. The call rang and rang and I cursed as no one answered, calling Blake instead. I had to keep my panic from clouding my vision and summoned the strength my training had instilled in me as the call continued to ring.
And then it went dead.
What the hell has happened to them? Why aren’t they picking up?
Something seriously fucked up was going on here, but I had no time to try and puzzle it out as I just focused on the task at hand. My husband needed me and I wouldn’t let him down.
My pulse thrashed wildly as I accepted I was going this alone. I couldn’t stop. I had to get to Kyan.
The CCTV feed was empty, but as I made it beyond Aspen Halls, I saw the golf cart disappearing beyond the gate. I pushed myself to my limits, tearing toward the huge iron gate and finding no guards manning it. I didn’t have time to wonder why as I shoved it open and turned right just as the cart rounded into the parking lot far ahead. I ran flat out toward the turning that led beyond the tall bushes to my left, my breaths coming heavily as I took the gun from my waistband and prepared to destroy anyone who stood between me and my Night Keeper. They were fools to believe they could take on my kings and get away with it, but it looked like they didn’t know their queen was home.
A car engine revved as I made it to the turning and I stumbled back just in time as a huge Land Rover accelerated out of it. The masked driver didn’t seem to see me as I hit the ground on my ass. The vehicle banked hard and sped away from me, picking up pace along the road.
I couldn’t hesitate, pushing to my feet with a burst of adrenaline and running into the parking lot, realising I didn’t even know what car Blake had. I pressed the button on the key fob and a flashy, dark grey sports car’s lights blinked. The thing was an inch off of the ground and souped up to the fucking max. Of course he had to have the world’s most impractical, ostentatious car. The door opened like something out of Back to the Future and I dropped into the seat, adjusting it so my feet could reach the pedals as I struggled to get the door closed after me.
When I finally managed it, I hit the on button and the whole dash lit up in an