“Why is it any time one of you goes missing the other one
thinks I had something to do with it or even care to help?” Rowan asked,
leaning back against his chair. “I have no idea where your witch has gone off
to, Mate. Perhaps she’s found someone more interesting to take to her bed?” Derrick
made a threatening step forward and Rowan was instantly on his feet. “Careful
now. We wouldn’t want to muss that pretty face of yours before your witch comes
home now, would we?”
“If you’ve done anything to her…”
“Save your threats, Derrick. I’ve no interest in harming
Victoria. She’s too important. Besides, I thought you had some clever way of
always keeping track of her.”
“I do,” Derrick replied sullenly. “But I can’t sense her.
Which usually means something bad.”
“Well then. No sense in dawdling here. Go and find your witch.
We wouldn’t want the Elders thinking you’re incapable of protecting the poor
dear,” Rowan grinned.
Derrick turned and quickly retreated from his Sire’s office with one goal in mind: finding Victoria—and soon.
