"Is it safe to talk now? Or are you still going to be a dick?" grunted Damien as he pulled away from the safe haven and went back the way they came from.
The GPS on his car was showing him in the middle of nowhere, not even a single road around him, but he was sure that they were going the right way.
Well, pretty sure, at least.
The moon had practically disappeared on the horizon, but there was still sometime before the sun rose on a new day.
This had to be one of the longest days of Damien's life. They woke up with their mate in bed with them, and somewhere between dropping her off at work and the diner closing, she was kidnapped, and they couldn't find her.
Fuck, he still didn't know exactly what happened.
"You know that you just left your sister and 40 some odd women back at the shelter, right," muttered Lucien as he leaned back against the back seat, his eyes closed and his fingers pinching his nose.
