Page 97 of Tempting Fate

Jamie was here. Is here. I feel the pull in my chest, the need to be close to him.

I feel it for Em, too, and it takes everything in me not to drag him into my arms and keep him there.

“What’s going on?” I ask. “You know these people?”

“One of them, anyway,” Em says. He jogs up the steps and eyes the list of company names next to the buzzers before he presses one. When nothing happens, he presses another. No voice comes over the intercom; whoever is in there buzzes to let us in.

“Tell me,” I whisper as we walk into the building. It’s old and saturated with scents, but I can still pick out Jamie’s over everyone else’s.

“Upstairs?” Em asks.

“Yes.”

He nods and moves for the stairs before I can get ahead of him. I trail him up, my wolf pacing at the back of my head. I won’t allow either of my mates to be harmed. No matter who is in there, I can protect them.

Except, we get to the top of the stairs, Jamie bursts out through one of the doors. He slams it shut behind himself, breathing hard. His tie is askew and one of his cheeks is red like he’s been slapped.

Someone bangs against the door. Jamie pulls a face but holds onto it—and then he looks up. He sees us standing there, both of us stunned, and his shoulders sag in what I hope is relief.

“Fucking hell,” he says. “It took you long enough, huh?”