The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 94

“Who the fuck is she?” a woman’s voice comes from the other side of the van.

“She’s harmless,” Jason says without answering her question. “Put her in your trunk and take her to the meeting point. I need to put on a new face and change cars.”

I’ve no idea what he means by putting on a new face, but something tells me it has to do with his powers. It must be why the F-Rec can’t locate him. If he can change his appearance, he can easily conceal his identity.

“Are you sure it’s safe?” the woman asks.

“Stop questioning me,” Jason snarls. “Do as I say, or I’ll find someone else.”

She grits her teeth and rolls her eyes but says nothing else.

She moves toward me and roughly grips me under the armpits. The sudden strength isn’t something I was expecting, and I gasp as my rib hits her shoulder.

She sets me in the trunk with ease, which makes me think she’s a wolf. There’s a long scar across her face, which could’ve been inflicted by a wolf’s claw. Could this be Tiana? Could I be so lucky?

Without a word, the woman closes the hatch of the trunk. Before she drives away, she turns on the music. Some EDM crap blares out of the speakers, the bass drum sending vibrations throughout the entire car.

After we drive for a while, she turns off the music but doesn’t stop the car.

“Who are you?” she asks, her voice muffled.

“Cassidy,” I reply, not seeing the point of keeping the information hidden. Jason already knows my identity.

“Are you Graham’s girl?” she asks, speaking a bit louder to be heard over the hum of the engine.

“Yes,” I confirm weakly. “Are you Tiana?”

She doesn’t answer.

The silence stretches into an eternity.

But then she pierces it with the words of hope.

“Everything will be okay,” she promises.

I hold her words close to my heart, believing her with every fiber of my being.

Everything will be okay.

CHAPTER 20

Graham

She’s not picking up, I mutter to my wolf.

Maybe she forgot her phone at home, he suggests, but the excuse sounds weak.

Cassie promised she’d come straight to work after getting Tim’s stuff. She wouldn’t forget her phone on a working day. Especially not now, when we could be working on the lead of Jason’s capture.

Something’s wrong, I reply, feeling anxious and angry at the same time.

Every minute that passes, my worry grows.

The bond in my chest feels fuzzy.

That can’t be normal. Something’s happened to her.

I wait for two more minutes, not moving from my office door.