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reason, because though the female might be reckless, she wasn’t stupid.
    â€œThorn.”
    But he had already seen that the female had stopped and was weaving. He closed the distance between them, catching her as she fell over. He felt her fever as soon as she was in his arms. She was pale and her breath rattled each time she drew air.
    â€œI know where we can take her,” Thorn said.
    Darius shrugged as he looked around. “Lead the way.”
    Thorn couldn’t remember the last time he had walked so fast. Even then, he didn’t outrun the rain. He found the building and waited for Darius to open the door. Thorn raced up the stairs, taking them three at a time.
    â€œWhere are we?” Darius asked.
    Thorn stopped beside the door and waited for Darius to use his magic to unlock it. The door opened and Thorn stepped inside. “Darcy’s flat.”
    Darius stood at the doorway and looked around. “This is the place Rhi warded against the Fae.”
    Thorn smiled as he made his way to the bedroom. “The verra one. The female will be safer here than anywhere else in the city.”

 
    CHAPTER
    SEVEN
    Dreagan
    Con calmly set his hands flat on the table and looked over the double row of monitors to Ryder. It took everything he had not to explode with fury. But control was what he was known for. It was his trademark, his tool used effectively against friends and foes alike.
    When he wanted to bellow and smash the expensive new monitors, he merely took a deep breath and slowly released it before he asked in an even voice, “What do you mean, you lost him?”
    Ryder set down his half-eaten jelly-filled donut and wiped the powder from his lips. “As I explained, Ulrik just disappeared.”
    â€œImpossible.” None of the Dragon Kings had that ability. Even if Ulrik had his magic back, there was no way he could’ve picked up something new after thousands of millennia without magic.
    Ryder shrugged, his hazel eyes never wavering from Con. “I can play the clip again, if you’d like.”
    â€œNay. Have you located him?”
    Ryder shook his head. “He could be anywhere.”
    â€œOr nowhere.” Ulrik was proving to be impressively skilled at evading Con’s watch. Con had made the mistake of thinking Ulrik’s dragon magic would be bound for eternity.
    He’d never expected Ulrik to find a Druid with enough power to handle dragon magic. It was the last mistake Con would make regarding his old friend. “What about Rhi?”
    Ryder’s blond brows rose. “Rhi? You’ve never asked to find her before. What’s up?”
    â€œJust tell me if you can find her.”
    â€œYou won’t find her,” said a voice behind Con.
    He straightened and turned to find Henry North standing in the doorway. Henry was a mortal who worked for MI5, but he had proven himself a trusted friend and ally to all at Dreagan.
    The only issue was that Henry had fallen—hard—for the Light Fae despite everyone warning him to keep his distance from Rhi.
    â€œThe Dark are easy enough to track because they aren’t keeping themselves hidden,” Henry continued, his English accept clipped with frustration and a dose of anger.
    Con should’ve realized Henry would’ve been trying to find Rhi while he tracked the Dark over the world. No wonder the mortal had been on edge of late. “You think Rhi is hiding?”
    â€œYes.” Henry ran a hand through his short brown hair. “There’s no sign of her or Balladyn anywhere, and my network of people don’t miss anything.”
    Ryder finished typing on his keyboard and leaned back in his office chair. He stared intently at the rows of screens that made a semicircle around him.
    Con walked around the desks to view them himself. He looked from screen to screen, hoping to find a hint of Ulrik or Rhi—or both.
    He had a bad feeling that Ulrik had strengthened a bond