Page 120 of Knight’s Dominion

“Why me?”

“Because you’re special.” He glanced at her. “They know it, too. They want you in Diemos’s army, and they’ll kill all the demi they’re holding to get you there. One by one, if they have to. Do you want to be the reason they die?”

Her gut twisted.

They sped to the busiest part of town, where the clubs and bars were in full swing for the night, and the car swerved off the road and into an underground parking lot. If by chance one of the knights were flying above them, they have to follow on foot.

“Put up your goddamn block. Now!” he yelled.

She had no choice. So she did what he asked as they drove out of the garage and into the bustling street.

Vince visibly relaxed when he felt her power wash over them, when he knew she’d blocked herself from Chaos.

But Chaos would feel it, would instantly know something was wrong when he couldn’t sense her anymore. Knowing that he would worry, would be terrified that something had happened to her, caused her physical pain.

But she would find her way back to him. She refused to believe that fate would be so cruel, that they would give her Chaos only to take him away so soon.

Grace shoved down the emotions raging inside her, centering herself to focus on the fight ahead. She'd learned to rely on herself a long time ago. She was on her own in this. Nothing new about that.

When she was a scared kid living on the streets, she’d had nothing to hope for, nothing to fight for. When you lost everyone you loved, you stopped caring what happened to you.

Grace had felt that way until Vince found her and gave her a home. Now, looking back with fresh eyes, she wondered if maybe he'd planned to exploit an emotionally scarred kid from the start.

Well, she wasn't going down without a fight. She had someone who loved her, someone waiting for her to come home.

Even if it turned out to be her last fight, Chaos would know she did everything to get back to him.

That his mate loved him enough to never give up.

Chaos sucked in a breath and grabbed for the brick wall beside him, his legs turning to Jell-O.

She was gone. Grace was gone. He couldn’t feel her anymore.

The absence of her was like being stabbed through the heart, like he was bleeding from the open wound all over the dirty concrete beneath him.

Yanking his phone from his pocket, he called her. It went straight to voicemail. He called Eve next, but Grace wasn’t in their apartment or the gym, fucking anywhere at the compound.

His mated brothers could trace their females easily, the connection between them that strong. The only way to stop him from finding her was if Grace was purposely trying to block him out. And the only way to sever it completely was…

He couldn’t even think it.

He fired a text to his brothers and took flight, heading to Revelry. He stormed through the main doors, searching the place, asking the other demi who worked there if they’d seen her. He rushed up the stairs to her apartment two at a time. The place was empty. All her things were gone.

Climbing out the window, he went to the roof and tried again to reach out, to pick up any trace of her.

Zenon and Rocco landed beside him.

It didn’t surprise him Roc was there as well. He’d come back for Grace.

“Anything?” Zenon asked.

Chaos shook his head, throat too tight to speak.

"The others are searching. Laz and Kryos are meeting with her crew. Gunner’s gone back to that penthouse, to see if he can pick anything up.”

Chaos shook, rage and fear pulsing through his body with such force it made him fucking dizzy. “What if we're too late? What if..."

"Stop," Rocco said. "We're getting her back, tonight."