“When was the last time you saw her?” “She was at the bar chatting it up with a tall human. I didn’t see her again, not until we saw . . .” Shit, Caleb thought. No, of course they hadn’t seen her. Caleb had been so intent on intercepting Natia before she reached Wraith, and Dex had been talking to the vampire at the table, pretending to be drunk while keeping his eye on Lucy. They’d been sloppy, and even though they hadn’t thought there was any reason for Wraith to be studiously watched, they should have kept tabs on her. Hell, that was twice as true given the fact someone was gunning for her—something Dex didn’t know, but Caleb certainly did because of their run-in with Doug and Emmett. And what about Wraith? She knew better than to leave without giving them a heads-up, which meant she probably hadn’t left on her own. “Where is she?” Caleb spat as he leaned harder on the shifter’s throat. Her lids fluttered as she struggled to hold on to consciousness, but Caleb refused to give her any air.
