Page 96 of Tempting Fate

I glance at the clock. It’s six already.

“And he’s not answering his phone. Not even a message.”

My chest tightens again. Oh. Oh, no. Is this what I’ve been feeling all day?

“Something’s wrong. You’re right,” I say, and Em goes quiet. “I—Where did he go?”

“I-I don’t know. We’re looking; Nick can’t remember the name of the company, and he never—”

“Got it!” Nick says.

“That’s… Oh.” Em’s voice goes faint.

“What is it?” I ask.

“No, it’s… I’m gonna go. Thanks.”

“Em, wait!” He doesn’t hang up, so I barrel on. “What is it? Tell me, please.”

“Fuck!”

I hear nothing for a few seconds, then someone else picks up the phone. “Hey,” Nick says. “So I think whoever Jamie went to meet… Em knows him.”

Em swears again in the background.

I’m already nodding. “I’ll come to you.”

“No! No. The office is in Belgravia. I’ll text you the address. Go there, okay? I’ll meet you and we’ll get Jamie. I’ll ring Kieran on the way.”

I hear more movement. Em comes back on the line. “I’ll meet you,” he says. His voice carries an undercurrent of anger that wasn’t there a minute ago. “Hurry, or I’m going in without you, got it?”

“I’ll be there as soon as possible,” I say.

Em hangs up and I only stand still for another second before I race over to the door. Flynn follows me, watching as I drag on my shoes. “You’re not supposed to leave.”

“I know.”

“They’ll know if you leave.”

“I know!”

He purses his lips and stares at me. “Fine. Did you ever get around to telling Alpha Axel you’d found your mates?”

“No.” Well, not all of it. I don’t think he cares about Em; after he and Jamie left the other night, Alpha Axel didn’t broach the subject again.

Flynn nods. “You go. I’ll handle everything here.”

“Don’t get yourself into trouble for me.”

“Trouble? Me?”

Flynn waves as I rush out the door and down to the car park. My bike is just where I left it and, thankfully, there’s no one around as I throw one leg over the seat. My phone vibrates in my pocket. The address.

Time to go save my mate.

When I get there, Em is already waiting, pacing up and down the pavement outside the building. He looks relieved to see me for about a second before his features arrange themselves into a scowl.

“We have to be careful about this,” he says. I breathe in deeply.