his mouth when he saw Panahasi standing there.
“Why aren’t you with Cadeym?”
“I had other things to take care of.” Donny waved a hand to invite the demon leader in, but Panahasi shook his head and motioned for Donny to join him in the hallway.
Getty had already gone to the living room and pulled out his laptop. Donny closed the door. “I had to get my mate to safety,” Donny said. “A hellhound already attacked him, and I wasn’t sure if there were any more in Maple Grove.”
“When was the last time you saw him?” Panahasi’s worried expression was rare. The man exuded confidence and power, but he had furrowed brows, and there was concern in his whiskey-colored eyes.
“We were outside Bistro,” Donny explained. “He said he was calling Deandre to help him.”
Panahasi shook his head. “Deandre never heard from him, and I can’t locate Cadeym. It’s as if he’s completely vanished.”
Shit. Why hadn’t Cadeym reached out to Deandre? Why wasn’t he answering his phone? What the hell could’ve happened to make a demon warrior invisible to Panahasi’s powers? “What can I do?”
“Nothing. You keep your mate safe. I’m going to Bistro to see if I can detect any sense of him.”
“You want me to sit this one out? A demon warrior is missing, which means all hands on deck. Getty will be fine in my apartment. He has work to do on his laptop, and I’ll leave Drake and Casey’s phone numbers if he needs anything.”
Donny had known Cadeym a very long time, and he wouldn’t just up and leave. But it was more than that. The guy couldn’t be detected by Panahasi. That worried Donny.
“Fine, the warriors are already heading to Maple Grove,” Panahasi said. “Kobe and Rainerio are staying behind to keep an eye on all the mates.”
“Let me leave the phone numbers and I’ll join you guys.” Donny went back into his apartment to find Getty typing away, seeming engrossed in what he was doing. Donny found a pad and pen and scribbled the phone numbers down.
“I have no idea what’s going on.” Getty looked up at him. “I got lots of work to do, and I’ll be fine here if you have to take off.”
His mate was very intuitive. “I’m leaving you the phone numbers of Panahasi’s mates. They live on the top floor. If you need anything, just give one of them a call. Preferably Casey.”
Because Drake was nothing but trouble, and Donny didn’t want Getty getting pulled into the guy’s shenanigans. He didn’t want Getty leaving the building, and if Drake was in one of his moods, he might drag Getty along with him.
Donny pressed his palms against Getty’s cheeks and gave him a quick kiss before he headed out, determined to find out what had happened to Cadeym.
* * * *
Getty was in the zone, completely focused on his work, a rhythm flowing as he uploaded the data. He wasn’t even sure how long Donnchadh had been gone by the time he looked up and stretched.
He would’ve been able to judge how long he’d been at it by the darkness outside, but Donnchadh had said Serenity City was always dark, so that was of no help.
Getty got up and went to the kitchen. It was his first time in there, and holy crap. It looked like one of those model kitchens at an expo. The cabinets were dark wood with dark brown marble countertops, the fridge was made of what looked like black glass, and a small gorgeous island stood in the middle, and fuck, everything in the room looked big.
Even the countertops were raised a little higher than normal.
Getty went to the fridge and was glad when he found it full. He dug through and found a can of soda. Still stuffed from the wings and fries, he ignored the food as he closed the door.
Getty wandered to the bathroom and oh my fuck. There were floor-to-ceiling windows showing off the lit city. There was a glass walk-in shower, and he was pretty sure he could take a bath in the sink. It was huge. The tile was cream and tan, and there were shelves inlaid into the walls that held decorative accent pieces.
He was afraid to use the bathroom because it was so clean and pretty. Getty set the can on the counter and took care of his business then played a little bit in the sink.
Who wouldn’t? The water flowed like a waterfall, and when he looked in the mirror,