An unfamiliar rush of panic drove her across the room to the windowsill, and she leaned out, staring down, half expecting to see Crisa’s broken body lying below.
But there was no sign of the troubled girl.
“Dammit. Where the hell are you, Crisa?”
As she honed her senses, Briar felt something. Something dark and compelling. And then it over-whelmed her completely as she somehow melded with Crisa’s mind, felt what she felt, saw what she saw.
When she opened her eyes, Briar saw trees and bushes all around her, and sensed the steady, powerful but uneven movement of her legs, plodding, setting her feet down one after the other as she moved through the brush. Branches smacked her face, stinging her, but she ignored those, driven forward. Ever forward.
Crisa! Briar cried out to her mentally. Crisa, where are you? Where are you going? Why didn’t you wait for me?
The reply came in a rush, in a mental voice that was nothing like the girl Briar had known. There was no innocent adoration; this was no naive child who didn’t understand the ways of the Undead or of the world in general. Instead, this response was dark, deep, angry and determined.
Leave me alone!
Crisa, listen to me!
No!
And just like that, the door to Crisa’s mind slammed and Briar landed back in her own body with such a jolt that she nearly fell over. She had to grip the nearby bedpost to keep her balance. She wouldn’t have believed Crisa even knew how to block her thoughts that way. And yet, she just had.
Something unfamiliar twisted in Briar’s gut. And then she released the bedpost and turned for the door, running, not walking, intent on reaching the group below, Reaper in particular.
And she kept on running, her mind racing, until she was downstairs and bursting into the room where they all stood.
And then she paused and took stock. Since when was her first instinct in times of trouble to run to them? To run to him?
Reaper looked up when Briar burst into the den where they had all gathered upon waking. Roxy had called them there, and was, even at that moment, leaning over a laptop computer, punching up news stories. Ilyana was at her side, a good six inches taller and painfully lean where Roxy was lush and curvy.
“There were four incidents, all the same, each in a different state, and all apparently took place overnight,” Roxy said.
“It had to be Gregor,” Ilyana added. “Somehow, he’s responsible for every one of them.”
“Even a vampire couldn’t have been in four states at once,” Seth was saying.
Reaper ignored them, his eyes focused on Briar’s face, and a second later he was beside her, putting a hand on her shoulder to snap her out of wherever she’d gone inside her mind.
“What is it, Briar? What’s happened? Is Crisa all right?”
Her eyes shifted into focus again, met his. “She’s gone.”
“Gone?” He was blank for a moment, before the meaning grew clear to his mind. “Crisa’s gone?”
Briar nodded hard. Her eyes seemed strained with worry, and her jaw was tight. “Her bedroom window’s open. She changed clothes before she left.” Blinking twice, looking down but clearly not seeing, he thought, she went on. “We have to find her.”
“We will.” Reaper turned to face the others, who had fallen silent one by one at Briar’s entrance. “We’ll split up into teams and head out in different directions. Everyone try to home in on her and—”
“I don’t think so, Reaper.” The declaration came quietly, but in a firm, determined tone, from the mortal Ilyana. She’d straightened away from the computer and squared her shoulders. When he shot her a look of disbelief, she pushed a hand through her short platinum hair, a slightly nervous gesture. And yet she went on firmly, saying, “We just got our first solid leads on Gregor. Finding him is our mission, or am I mistaken about that?”
Reaper held her gaze and he didn’t bother making his voice gentle. “My mission is to find him.”
“It may be your mission,” she said, her tone softer now, “but it’s my goal in life. There’s nothing more important to me right now.”
She was afraid of them, he thought. All of them, and Briar in particular. That she was showing enough courage now to disagree with him instigated a surge of admiration for her guts, in spite of the irritation that came with it. “And yet you’ve never told us why,” he said.
“I don’t freaking give a damn why!” Briar let the words burst from her in a rush, fueled by emotion he’d rarely seen in her. “Look, mortal, it was my goal in life, too. But now Crisa’s missing, and you know she can’t take care of herself. Finding her takes precedence.”
“This from someone who pretends not to care about her,” Roxy muttered. “I knew better the whole time, of course, but—”
“Can it, Roxy.” Briar swung her gaze around the room, letting it land on the others. Seth and Vixen, Jack and Topaz, Mirabella. “No one among you wants to get Gregor more than I do, believe me. But this is Crisa we’re talking about.”
“She’s one of us,” Vixen said. “She’s more important than any mission.”
“She’s not more important than mine,” Ilyana said softly. She shared a look with Roxy, who nodded her agreement.
“Why?” Reaper demanded.
Ilyana looked at him, then lowered her head and shook it slowly.
“Oh, for the love of God, Ilyana, just tell them, will you, so we can get on with this?” Briar snapped. When Ilyana turned her wide eyes toward her, Briar rolled her own in return, then turned and paced away. “I don’t have time to fuck with you and your secrets while Crisa’s out there in danger.” She turned again, facing them. “She had a kid with him. With Gregor.”
Reaper hadn’t thought much could surprise him, but this certainly did. He looked from Briar to Ilyana in disbelief.
“She and Gregor were together and had a son, then Gregor took the kid. He still has him, as far as she knows,” Briar explained. “That’s why she wants to find him so bad. To get her kid back.”
“How do you—” Reaper began.
“I overheard her telling Roxy. And for what it’s worth, Ilyana, I totally get it. And I’ve got no problem with you going after him, and I’ll probably even help you by fulfilling my own need to slit the bastard’s throat and watch him bleed out. Slowly, I hope. But nobody is going anywhere until we find Crisa.”
“You have a child?” Topaz whispered, staring at Ilyana and ignoring Briar now. “Gregor has your son?”
“Oh, my God,” Vixen whispered. “Oh, my God, you poor thing. That poor child.”
“Look, Ilyana,” Seth told her, moving to stand beside her. “I know you don’t like vamps, and we all get that. But you’re with us now. And you’d better believe we’ll help you get your kid back safe and sound.”
“Absolutely,” Topaz agreed.
Jack was frowning, his gaze jumping from the white-hats to Briar, and finally he shook his head in frustration. “The kid is fine. Crisa isn’t. I think it’s pretty easy to figure out where our first priority has to be.”
“But we just got our first real clue as to where Gregor is—” Ilyana stopped herself, blinked, and started over. “How do you know he’s fine?”
Jack held her eyes. “I saw him from time to time when I was