Kings of Anarchy (Brutal Boys of Everlake Prep #3) - Caroline Peckham Page 0,265

but couldn't manage it right away. “Fuck, what use are your cameras, Saint, if they don’t show us where our girl is?”

“Perhaps our enemy knew how to avoid them,” he gritted out. “Or perhaps they got lucky.”

“Bait must know who has her,” Kyan snarled.

"Bait swears no one has her and as he's missing a few teeth and is gonna be pissing blood for the next few weeks, I'm inclined to believe him," Saint hissed.

"You believe that assfuck?!" Kyan roared. "I say I keep pulling out teeth until he tells us where she is!”

"Getting angry will not resolve this situation any faster, if you can't keep your head, I'll have you locked in the crypt," Saint snapped.

"I don't think putting Kyan in a time out is gonna work right now," Blake said in a furious tone. "We need to keep searching."

"We've been all over campus, where the hell else could she be? We know every part of this place," Monroe snarled.

“Why isn’t the fucking tracker on her phone showing up? Bait or any accomplice he might have couldn’t have known about that,” Saint hissed.

My throat eased up a little and I could finally speak as the haze of the drug I’d been given started to lift, my hand moving as if to reach for them in the room.

"I'm right here," I murmured, turning my head as I searched for them, but I wasn't anywhere I knew and I certainly wasn't with my Night Keepers. I realised with a jolt that it was the fucking earpiece I was hearing them through. Of course.

"Tatum?!" all of them cried.

"Where are you?" Saint took over as the rest of them fell into frantic demands and I blinked to try and clear my mind enough to hear them. "Shut the fuck up and let me speak," he barked at them and silence fell, letting my mind sharpen another inch. "Where are you Tatum? Describe it to me."

I pressed my hands into the starchy sheets I was lying on and found my strength coming back a bit more as I sat up. My gut wrenched as I took in the space and I forced myself to describe it. "'I'm in what looks like a room in a hospital. There's no windows. Everything's white. So fucking white. Hang on, there's a door." I pushed myself out of bed, but something metal clinked and my leg was tugged back. I shoved the covers off of me, finding one of my ankles chained to the bed.

"No," I gasped, horror winding its way through me and taking me hostage.

"What is it?" Saint demanded anxiously and the other guys made noises of anguish in the background.

"I'm chained to the bed. Shit, Saint - I think – I think-" the door opened and I shut my mouth instantly, my instincts kicking in. This earpiece was vital to me getting back to my Night Keepers and I could not let it be known that I had it in. Shit how many hours of battery life does this thing have??

"Hello Miss Rivers," a man said as he stepped into the room. He was tall, well-built with dark skin and a fine navy suit hugging his body. His face was chiselled and familiar and my gut clenched tightly as I tried to understand what the hell Saint's father was doing here. The Governor of fucking State. "I have some good news and some bad news."

The guys had fallen deathly silent in my ear, but I felt them listening in like they were right beside me. What the fuck is happening right now??

"The good news is, your antibody test just proved that you're immune to the Hades Virus," he said, a smile pulling at his mouth that made my blood chill. "The bad news is that that officially makes your blood the most valuable blood in the world. Even those who have been infected with the virus do not produce the level of antibodies yours does and it seems they can become re-infected after a time. Though I am not a medical man, I have it on good authority that your blood holds the key to a vaccine that could save us all."

“Fuck fuck fuck,” I heard Saint cursing, losing it entirely and one of the other guys hushed him.

"Why is that the bad news?" I asked Troy, my mouth parched as fear snaked through every inch of my flesh.

He moved to the end of my bed, examining me like I was a lamb about to be