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to her?”
“Yeah. A comb. Can we use it to find her?”
“Preferably, Fionn could come to the bloody rescue and use a tracing spell to find her. But, unfortunately, he and Rose are pretty far away at the moment. And I don’t trust any other magic user to find Niamh. So there’s only one solution.”
“What is it?”
“There’s an alpha in Scotland. He has a rare gift. For tracking.”
“Are you talking about Conall MacLennan?” Kiyo asked, surprised.
“You’ve heard of him?”
“Most wolves have. His is the last werewolf pack in Scotland, and he’s taken down any alpha who tried to win it from him.” Not to mention that once he had your scent, there was nowhere on earth you could hide from him. The wolf was a legend among their kind. “Why would you trust this guy?” Suddenly it hit him. “Wait—Conall is the werewolf who mated with one of the fae-borne and turned her?”
“Yeah, he’s the one. He was hired to hunt Thea. Instead he discovered they were true mates. The man that was after her … his son stabbed Thea in the heart with an iron knife. She was dying, so Conall bit her. Turns out, because they were mated, he could turn her into a werewolf. It’s one of the reasons the Faerie Queen wanted all the supernaturals out of Faerie. When she realized that a werewolf bite could destroy their immortality and turn them to mortal wolves, it didn’t make her happy. But it certainly made Thea and Conall happy.”
“So you think this wolf would be willing to help because Niamh is some kind of pseudo-sibling to Thea?”
“That, and Niamh was the one who convinced Thea to trust Conall. She had a vision, you see. Knew they were mated.”
He remembered Niamh mentioning she’d played matchmaker to not just Rose and Fionn but Thea too. “So I have to go to Scotland and get him to track Niamh using this item of hers?”
“Yup.”
“Wouldn’t it be faster to just call Fionn and get his ass back here?”
“He’s really, really far away.”
“How far?” Kiyo snapped.
“Like Oceania far.”
Dammit. “What the hell is he doing out there ?”
“Living his fucking life, wolf, all right? He didn’t know you were going to be so incompetent you’d lose the luscious Niamh in the first seventy-two hours.”
“You better hope you and I never meet, vamp.”
“Because I’m calling you a failure or because I think your charge is delicious?” He drawled the word delicious like he was imagining sinking his fangs into Niamh’s throat.
Kiyo held the phone away from him, afraid he’d crush the thing in an effort to ram his fist down the line and crush Bran’s windpipe.
“You still there?”
A growl rumbled from deep in his belly. “You’re straining my patience.”
“So I can hear. All right, then. Conall lives in a place in the Highlands called Torridon. We’re going to get Stephen to fly you to Inverness, which isn’t far. I’ll have Conall meet you there. I’ll call Stephen to let him know the change of plans, but you better get your arse to the airport now.”
Kiyo hung up to do just that.
He found the Honda Bran had left for them outside the hotel. As he drove toward the airport, he tried not to dwell on how angry he was. Not just at Niamh.
He was furious with himself.
Because something told him he could have prevented her taking off.
That didn’t mean he wasn’t still raging at the fae.
“She better have a good excuse,” Kiyo muttered.
And more than that … if anything happened to her …
If the Blackwoods or The Garm got to her first—
Don’t think about it.
He’d reach her first.
The alternative wasn’t an option.
9
“It isn’t the nicest place we’ve stayed, but it’ll do.” Ronan flopped down on the L-shaped sofa, his arms spread across the back of it.
The apartment in the center of Munich was somewhat deceiving. It didn’t look like much from the outside, but the inside was ultramodern and chic. Whenever they came to a new city, depending on the circumstances, they usually looked up all the places to rent and found the nicest to take over while it sat empty. They were squatters, basically. Sometimes, though, Ronan was in the mood to be looked after, so they stayed in luxury hotels to enjoy the perks of room service.
“How long will we be here?”
“Long enough to see what’s wrong with Rose.”
“I miss Rome.” He glowered at her.
He didn’t miss Rome. He missed the married Italian woman he was shagging every night. But Niamh had been overcome