"Just because she's not meant to die now doesn't mean she won't. Accidents happen." Nevertheless, relief slithered through me. If both Zaira and Azriel were saying she was alive, then surely to god she was. But that didn't mean she couldn't die. That she wasn't in trouble. "Damn it, something is wrong, I can feel it."
"Then what do you wish to do next?"
"There's nothing we really can do." I bit my lip for a moment, then said, "Maybe Stane can locate her through the GPS in her car."
"And if she is not in her car?"
"Then maybe via her phone." I half shrugged. "It's the only option I have left."
"Then we will try it."
He held out a hand. I placed my fingers in his and allowed him to tug me into his embrace. For a second, he did nothing more than hold me, surrounding me in his warmth and silently offering me the comfort I so desperately needed. Then his energy surged and we swept through the gray fields to Stane's.
He jumped and swore a blue streak when we re-formed in the middle of his living room.
"Don't ever do that to me again," he said, leaning back in his chair and holding his hand rather dramatically over his heart. "I don't think I could survive the shock a second time."
"You are not slated for death until you are old and gray," Azriel commented. "So do not fear the strength of your heart."
Stane gave him a somewhat dubious glance. "I'm not entirely sure whether to be comforted by that statement or not." He glanced at me. "I'm gathering something dramatic has happened?"
"Yeah. Ilianna's gone missing." I sat in one of the spare chairs and scooted it across to his "bridge" of computer screens. "I need you to hack into either her car's GPS signal or locate her via her phone."
He gave me the sort of look a father might give a child that was being exceptionally dumb. "And have you tried using Latitude?"
"Um, no?" Mainly because I was of the opinion that if my friends wanted to find me, they could damn well ring and ask me.
He sighed. "Did I not tell you all to sign up for it some time ago?"