calling her friends and asking for a rescue.”
How had she gotten it after I’d taken it away? Then I remembered how close she’d been to me when we were getting her things out of the truck. I’d been distracted by the high-pitched screeches of her cat and likely hadn’t noticed her sneaking it out of my back pocket.
“Shit, she must have grabbed it when we got here. Thanks for the warning, Lex.”
“No problem. Now, go take her phone away. It’s too dangerous for her to be using it right now. There’s no way of knowing how The Faction is keeping tabs on us.”
I wanted to retort that he and Conner didn’t seem concerned since they were staying in their homes, but I knew that their protection was cutting edge and practically insurmountable. Short of a mortar attack, The Faction wouldn’t be getting through their security. After the breach at Lex’s home a few months ago, all the members of the vampire council reinforced their residences and hired additional guards.
Wolves weren’t like vampires. If we went to war, there were no guns or knives. We fought with bare claws and teeth, in both human and wolf form. Other than a patrol that roamed the compound, our security was minimal. Since we were now involved in this fight, maybe it was time to change that. I made a mental note to talk to Lach about adding additional protection because several of the pack members had mates and pups here.
Before I spoke with Lach, it seemed I had a wayward mate to deal with. Cursing under my breath I turned off the stove and ran upstairs. How had she been able to get the phone out of my pocket without my noticing? Then again, with the headache I’d had, I wasn’t exactly at the top of my game.
As I walked down the hall, I could vaguely hear Ricki’s voice as she spoke to someone. Her cat sat in front of her bedroom door, bright green eyes unblinking as its black tail swished along the floor.
It hissed at me when I stopped in front of the door. I knocked and Ricki went quiet. I hadn’t caught much of the conversation, but heard enough to know that she was talking to Shannon.
I waited, but the door remained firmly shut, so I knocked again. When she still didn’t respond, I pitched my voice low and calm. “Ricki, please open the door.”
Silence.
I was beginning to get annoyed. Sighing heavily, I tried to turn the knob. It was locked, which only served to piss me off further.
Using the side of my fist, I beat on the door hard enough to make it shudder in the frame. “Ricki, open the fucking door. Now.”
“Go. Away.”
I decided that I was done fucking around. “Have it your way,” I muttered. Then I stepped back and planted my boot against the door next to the knob.
Everything in the house was reinforced so it took another kick before the door flew open and bounced off the wall, leaving a dent in the sheetrock.
Ricki stood in the center of the room, phone clutched to her chest, and her mouth hanging open. “Y-y-you can’t just…”
I reached out and took the phone from her loose grasp.
“Hey! You can’t just take my phone!”
I dropped it to the floor and stomped it to bits.
“HEY!” she yelled, darting forward to shove me. “You asshole! You can’t take me prisoner and destroy my phone!”
I grabbed her wrists as she tried to shove me again, holding tight when she tried to jerk away. “I’ll replace it later. You can be tracked through the phone’s GPS so it’s not safe for you to have it.” I couldn’t believe I hadn’t noticed when she grabbed the damn phone.
“I know that,” she spat at me.
Confused, I stared down at her. “Then why in the fuck were you talking on it? Don’t you realize what you could have done?”
She tried to yank her arms out of my grip again. “As soon as I got someone to pick me up, I was going to ditch the phone.”
My rage exploded. “There are females and pups in this compound, dammit! You put them in danger.” Disgusted with my lack of control, I
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