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this alone. She needed help and Mac had helped before, even if his pranks were dangerous.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
J UST IN CASE THE MEN were right or in case Mac decided to prank her, Naomi made a few stops first with Google's help. If what Mac said when she first met him was true, just expecting the attack should give her an edge to keep falling completely under his spell. Naomi left home was a pack of oatmeal in her pocket and bought vervain and a trowel at the nursery. They were supposed to ward off fae attacks.
Naomi scanned Mac's parking lot for the florist's van, but it was nowhere to be seen. Of course, Mac wouldn't hide it in plain sight if he were behind it. He had hidden too long among humans to be that sloppy. Naomi pounded on the door. No answer. She tried the handle and the door swung open. Naomi gasped as she looked inside. The place was trashed. The same rose perfume scent covered the faint smell of stale cinnamon and mildewy roses.
"Mac?" Naomi called out into the dark apartment. "Mac? Are you playing a trick on me?" she called out into the dark apartment. "Mac, I'm coming in to your apartment if you're here. No pranks." Naomi couldn't bring herself to believe that the fae who had a half dozen different flavors of cookie dough neatly labeled and his refrigerator would have allowed his house to look like this. He had to have been attacked.
"Mac, if you're here it's Naomi." She inched in through the door, holding the trowel up in one hand. I hoped you could help me find more information about the kidnappings. It seemed like you know a lot, and my whole family is under some kind of spell that's making them sleep." No answer. He'd been too powerful to get caught up in all of this, hadn't he? The kidnappers had been going after young ones: Bryan was in college, the vampires were all fledglings. Mac had seemed old. Mindy had been threatened by his power. The kidnappers must be stronger than she thought.
Naomi would have to find any clues here on her own. She could smell of perfume – that Mac made… Okay that meant whoever it was had to be someone that Mac trusted, or at least knew well enough to do business with on a regular basis. Naomi shook her head. These people were strong enough to make Bryan do what they wanted and put her entire family to sleep. It wasn't even noon yet on Sunday morning and she was lost. She had 20 hours until her brother would be forced to transform on the Capitol steps and then killed. She was running out of time and options. Answers had to be somewhere. Naomi sat on Mac's couch, put her head between her hands, and let the weight of everything sink down on her.
It was so hard. Right now, she just wished that she could go to the cops like a normal person. It would make things so much easier if she were human, but none of the victims were human. They were invisible victims. Someone was hunting them for being different. The cops wouldn't understand or even begin to believe. Naomi had proven herself alpha last night. She was the only alpha here and now. No one was going to bail her out. At least, not until the sun had set, so she needed to make it on her own at least until then. After the sunset, she could fall apart on Mindy. Now, she had to be strong. Things would come together or she would shove them together they didn't. First – she was going to have a cookie. Mac said that he made the cookies to help ward his guests against danger, then dammit, she was going have cookie. One kind of little protection was better than no protection.
Naomi rummaged through his kitchen, maybe the cops wouldn't approve, but Naomi certainly did. She grabbed the rusty cookie sheet from under the stove and scooped cookie dough onto it. Now she could get to work. She needed to find something that might push her in the right direction. She set the timer above the stove and searched the little condo. The couch was normal. Not even a foldout, just plain black leather. Nothing under it or in the cushions.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
J UST IN CASE THE MEN were right or in case Mac decided to prank her, Naomi made a few stops first with Google's help. If what Mac said when she first met him was true, just expecting the attack should give her an edge to keep falling completely under his spell. Naomi left home was a pack of oatmeal in her pocket and bought vervain and a trowel at the nursery. They were supposed to ward off fae attacks.
Naomi scanned Mac's parking lot for the florist's van, but it was nowhere to be seen. Of course, Mac wouldn't hide it in plain sight if he were behind it. He had hidden too long among humans to be that sloppy. Naomi pounded on the door. No answer. She tried the handle and the door swung open. Naomi gasped as she looked inside. The place was trashed. The same rose perfume scent covered the faint smell of stale cinnamon and mildewy roses.
"Mac?" Naomi called out into the dark apartment. "Mac? Are you playing a trick on me?" she called out into the dark apartment. "Mac, I'm coming in to your apartment if you're here. No pranks." Naomi couldn't bring herself to believe that the fae who had a half dozen different flavors of cookie dough neatly labeled and his refrigerator would have allowed his house to look like this. He had to have been attacked.
"Mac, if you're here it's Naomi." She inched in through the door, holding the trowel up in one hand. I hoped you could help me find more information about the kidnappings. It seemed like you know a lot, and my whole family is under some kind of spell that's making them sleep." No answer. He'd been too powerful to get caught up in all of this, hadn't he? The kidnappers had been going after young ones: Bryan was in college, the vampires were all fledglings. Mac had seemed old. Mindy had been threatened by his power. The kidnappers must be stronger than she thought.
Naomi would have to find any clues here on her own. She could smell of perfume – that Mac made… Okay that meant whoever it was had to be someone that Mac trusted, or at least knew well enough to do business with on a regular basis. Naomi shook her head. These people were strong enough to make Bryan do what they wanted and put her entire family to sleep. It wasn't even noon yet on Sunday morning and she was lost. She had 20 hours until her brother would be forced to transform on the Capitol steps and then killed. She was running out of time and options. Answers had to be somewhere. Naomi sat on Mac's couch, put her head between her hands, and let the weight of everything sink down on her.
It was so hard. Right now, she just wished that she could go to the cops like a normal person. It would make things so much easier if she were human, but none of the victims were human. They were invisible victims. Someone was hunting them for being different. The cops wouldn't understand or even begin to believe. Naomi had proven herself alpha last night. She was the only alpha here and now. No one was going to bail her out. At least, not until the sun had set, so she needed to make it on her own at least until then. After the sunset, she could fall apart on Mindy. Now, she had to be strong. Things would come together or she would shove them together they didn't. First – she was going to have a cookie. Mac said that he made the cookies to help ward his guests against danger, then dammit, she was going have cookie. One kind of little protection was better than no protection.
Naomi rummaged through his kitchen, maybe the cops wouldn't approve, but Naomi certainly did. She grabbed the rusty cookie sheet from under the stove and scooped cookie dough onto it. Now she could get to work. She needed to find something that might push her in the right direction. She set the timer above the stove and searched the little condo. The couch was normal. Not even a foldout, just plain black leather. Nothing under it or in the cushions.
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