Christopher had put an arm around me, trying to keep me from rolling onto the floor. Before he could speak, I blurted, âSomethingâs wrong.â
He didnât contradict me, which worried me. Neither did Millicent, which worried me more. The Warder First stomped in from Carson and Jakeâs side of the house with enough lightning in her eyes that she could have set off earthquakes with a single glance. âJudeâs gone,â she barked without preamble.
âWhat!â I pulled out of Christopherâs embrace and scrambled to my feet. âGone where? Did you see her? When did she leave?â
âCanât have been more than ten minutes ago. Girlie bailed when my pants were down. Literally. Took off when I was in the damn bathroom!â
Christopher rubbed a hand across his eyes and stood up beside me. âDid you see her before? Had she woken up yet?â His voice was far more alert than I felt. But weariness shadowed his eyes, and his expression was profoundly troubled. âI shouldnât have dozed off. By the time I felt her leaving, she was already driving away.â
âWeâre Warders, but weâre still only human, boy. Neither of us could have stayed up all night. And damned if I could sense anything different about her, even sleeping right next to her.â
âDid she leave a note?â Stupid question, I was almost certain, since if thereâd been one Millie surely wouldâve produced it. Still, I had to ask. Likewise, I had to grab my cell phone off the coffee table, and despite her scowl, Millicent gave me a nod of curt approval.
âNot a peep out of her, written or otherwise. She waited till the boys left for work before she took off, too. Get her on that thing if you can. See if sheâs answering.â
No dice. When I tapped Judeâs number in my address book, it rang straight through into her voice mail. âYou know the drill,â her recording announced with her typical straightforward cheer. âMessage after the beep, yadda yadda, and go for it!â
I went for it, keeping any trace of anxiousness out of my voice as I chirped into the receiver, âHey babe. Itâs Kendis, whatâs with bugging out of here without even saying bye? No rosemary-and-rock-salt bagels for you. Call me!â For good measure, as soon as I flung that message at her, I followed it up with a text. Then I frowned at the Warders. âItâs not like her to run off like that. Not like her at all.â
âWe should go find her.â Christopher got to his feet and studied me, brow furrowed under tousled hair. âTo her apartment, if sheâs after going there. Sheâll be okay, Kenna.â
Millicent snorted. âWe donât know any such thing, not after what we saw go into her last night. But youâre right. You two kiddies are going to have to go after her. Do it while youâre walking the Wards.â
âWhile
weâre
walking? What about you?â I said, blinking.
âThat Unseelie still sleeping in your bed says one of us needs to stay here.â
Oh God. Elessir.
Iâd forgotten about him in the waking haze, and I glanced down the hallway now as memory snapped back into place. âIs it safe for any of us to leave until we know whatâs up with him? What if it takes both of you to keep him from going haywire?â
âI didnât feel anything from him while I was awake,â Christopher ventured. âOr hear anything, for that matter.â
âYeah, boyâs sleeping like the dead,â said Millie, âand I still ainât getting hide or hair off him, magically speaking. Jake briefed me on his medical supplies and I ainât above shooting him up with whatever it takes to keep him asleep either.â She jabbed a finger at me. âI want you back here before he wakes up if youâre what it takes to keep him calm. So git, the both of you.â
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