Torn (A Wicked Saga, #2)(47)

Hanging up, I slipped my phone back in my bag and then brushed the fine wisps of hair back from my face. I glanced over at the cemetery. Nervous laughter could be heard as a tour guide regaled them with stories about Voodoo queen Marie Laveau and her daughter.

Acid churned in my stomach like I had drunk bad milk. What if the prince had gotten hold of Ren? The mere thought of that robbed the air from my lungs. Ren could hate me and want to gouge his eyeballs out at the sight of me, but I wanted him to live.

Okay. There was no need to panic right now. I had to go to the headquarters because David reminded me about the stupid report before he’d hung up, but I’d be passing where Ren had parked his truck yesterday afternoon. I could see if it was still there. If it was there, then that . . . yeah, that could be something to get concerned over.

I picked up my pace, and it took about fifteen minutes to get to where Ren had parked. Entering the small, dimly lit garage, I shivered since it was at least ten degrees cooler here than outside. He’d parked on the second level, the top floor. I headed toward the cement stairs. The garage was small, only fitting about fifty cars, but some days it was packed like a can of sardines. Today was one of them. The entire place smelled of gas fumes and body odor.

I rounded the second-floor landing and hurried toward the back of the garage, walking around the stained pillars as I scanned the row of vehicles. I knew he’d parked somewhere in the middle, but as I reached the back, I didn’t see his truck anywhere.

That was a good sign, I told myself as I looked out the dust and dirt-covered window, down to the street below. His truck being gone meant he came back to it at some point last night. The truck being here would have meant he’d never made it back, and there would be very limited reasons that didn’t include something horrific for why that would happen.

Still, as I turned around, I wasn’t exactly relieved. I took a step and then stopped as I heard footsteps. My gaze swung to the right as my eyes narrowed. My paranoia blew through the roof, and my hand drifted to the dagger concealed at my hip, under my shirt.

A second later, a tall and slender man stepped out from behind a dark green van. On first glance, he looked super normal. Long-sleeved shirt and denim jeans, but within seconds the fa?ade of normalcy faded away, revealing the truth beneath the glamour I’d been warded at birth to see through.

Holy shit.

He was a fae.

There was an actual fae in the garage, and normally this wouldn’t be a big deal, but since no one other than my lucky ass had seen a fae since the gate had opened, this was huge.

The fae walked into the center of the garage, his steps slow and measured. He appeared older than most, and his silvery-white hair was shorn short. I unhooked my dagger.

He stopped, raising his hands at his sides in a universal don’t-kill-me gesture, which I knew better than to trust. I tightened my grasp. The fae opened his mouth as if he were to speak.

Another fae appeared at the top of the stairs. Crap. A female stalked forward purposefully. No fae in days and days, and I end up with two of them?

Oh, but I had a lot of pent-up aggression to work out of my system, so this could be a good thing.

The male turned, his arms dropping. “No—” His words were cut off as the female fae rushed forward, her long, icy-blonde hair streaming out behind her. She held something—a dagger, most definitely an iron dagger.

Before I could say a word or do a thing, the female fae slammed the dagger into the gut of the male fae. His surprised shout was lost as his body folded into itself.

“What the f*ck?” I stared at the spot where the one fae stood. “What just happened?”

I didn’t expect an answer from the female fae, and I sure as hell didn’t expect what happened next.

She ran straight toward me. I widened my stance and lifted my dagger, expecting her to try to grab me or take a swing. Nope. She right straight into me, and into the dagger.

My mouth dropped open as I stepped back. Her pale blue eyes met mine a second before she folded into herself, disappearing. Her dagger clanged off the floor, and I stood there, mouth gaping so wide people could’ve walked by and thrown things into it.

The female fae had legit impaled herself on my dagger. She ran right up and into the pointy end.

I looked left and then right.

“All righty then,” I murmured.

I sheathed my dagger as I mentally added another WTF to the ever-increasing list I was now going to officially keep track of.

I bent down and picked up the dagger the female fae had used, then I got out of the garage and walked quickly to my destination. It was Miles who opened the door to headquarters. I barely forced a grimace of a smile in his direction. “Where’s David?” I asked.

“Office.”

Angling sideways to get inside, because he sure as hell didn’t actually step out of the way, I handed over the dagger the female fae had used. “Here you go.”

He took the dagger, frowning. “What the hell am I supposed to do with this?”

“Well, most Order members use them to actually kill fae,” I replied. “You know, when they go out there and work.”

Miles muttered something under his breath that sounded an awful lot like “itch.” Grinning, I walked across the common area. David’s door was open, and as I approached his office, I saw he wasn’t alone. Kyle and Henry were with him.

Ugh.