“Levet, now isn’t the time,” Roke snarled, needing to locate Sally’s trail so he could begin the hunt.
“You will desire to hear what I have to say,” Levet insisted. “I know where Sally is.”
Roke halted, reaching down to grasp the gargoyle by the horn. He lifted him until they were eye to eye. “Where?”
The fairy wings fluttered in protest, but the gargoyle was smart enough not to press Roke’s temper.
“I do not know the precise location.”
The floor rumbled beneath their feet. “Levet, unless you want to become a wall ornament, you’ll tell me exactly what you know.” A hall table tumbled sideways, smashing the priceless vase into a thousand pieces. “Now!”
“She asked Yannah to help her escape,” Levet said, his voice several octaves higher than usual.
“Escape?” Roke’s brows snapped together. “She was a guest, not a prisoner.”
“Maybe she did not recognize the distinction.”
Roke dropped the beast, disliking the guilt that sliced through his heart.
He’d only been trying to protect her.
Hadn’t he?
Thrusting aside the worthless questions, he forced himself to swallow his pride. He could feel Sally, but she was too distant to pinpoint her direction.
“Can you follow them?” he forced himself to ask the gargoyle.
“Sally? Sadly no.” Levet wrinkled his tiny snout. “But Yannah. Oui. I can follow.”
“Good. We’ll take my bike.”
Styx reached out to grab his arm. “Roke.”
“What?” he snapped, not bothering to hide his impatience. Every minute apart was another minute that Sally could be hurt.
“Be careful. And call if you need me.”
Call? Not a chance in hell.
Once he got his hands on his missing mate they were heading directly for his clan in Nevada.
“I can handle my mate,” he said dryly.
Styx’s sharp laugh echoed through the hall. “Ah, the most common mistake made by every male of every species.” He pressed his hands together, doing his best Master Po from Kung Fu. “You’ll learn, young grasshopper. You’ll learn.”
Roke rolled his eyes, heading down the hall. “Let’s go, gargoyle.”