Free Night's Deep Hush: Reveler Series 4 by Erin Kellison

across the room, his back cracking against the opposite wall before he slid down into a sitting stupor. His head briefly bobbled to the side.
    Impossible… Jordan knew that rush. It had frightened her at first, but now it made her giddy. She’d seen it in that stupid beach Rêve where she’d met him. “Malcolm!”
    “Did he hurt you?” Malcolm demanded, ready to strike Vince again.
    “No,” she said. “He was just freaking out.” By the look of him, he was still at it. Happiness made her smile in spite of Vince’s distress. “I found you!”
    Malcolm grabbed her in a tight hug, his mouth at her ear. “I’ll find a way to set you free. I swear I will. I’m working on it. Just hold on for me. I need you. I can’t lose you, Jordan.”
    She pulled back, frowning. “I’m setting you free. This wasn’t how phase one of my plan was supposed to work exactly, but I’ll take it.” She smiled again. “Where are you in the waking world so that I can come rescue you?”
    “Wait,” he said, “they didn’t abduct you, too?”
    “No,” she said. “Vince stopped me from going back to the studio.” The poor guy was still on the floor, horrified by the black goo on his hands. “And then I arranged a Rêve with this guy named Darren King, and I left a message for that woman Sera, you know, the chef who was with Fawkes two nights ago in Maze City, with the codes to meet me here. How did you find me ?”
    Malcolm looked so good to her. His beard was a day longer and fuller, eyes were stressed, but it was him , alive and well and holding her just as tightly as she was him. The mingled emotions in the water were sweetening, and with it came warmth and strength.
    “I felt you,” he said. “I could sense you close by. I’m not supposed to be here—could endanger everything by staying—but I had to come and make sure you’re okay.”
    “I’m fine. I’m good. I can take care of myself.” He shouldn’t worry about her when he was the one in danger. “Where are you? Where were you taken?” If she held on tight enough, could she keep him? She inhaled to pull his scent into her. He was hers .
    “I have no idea where I am in the waking world,” he said. “A black market memory scammer named Chuck Langer grabbed me. I used to know him back in the day.” Malcolm shook his head. “But he’s not important. There’s this woman named Mirren. She’s Lambert’s daughter , and she’s a nightmare like him and Coll. She says Lambert has kidnapped her son and is holding him somewhere Darkside. I’m supposed to find him.”
    Lambert had a daughter named Mirren, who had a kid of her own, who was taken by Lambert? Jordan would have to work that chain through in her head a couple of times. “And then she’ll set you free?”
    He rested his forehead on hers. “I don’t know what she’ll do. Find Coll and tell him what’s happened. He’ll know what to do. I’ve got to go, or I could lose my trail. Now that I know you’re okay, I can do this. Kiss me good.”
    Jordan went on tiptoe and kissed him with everything she had. His mouth mashed against hers just as greedily, tongues tangling, hearts beating wildly against each other. The embrace of his arms tightened, and he lifted her. She didn’t need a stupid floor with him near. Together they could fly.
    “Bow chicka wow wow,” said another voice.
    Jordan broke the kiss to find Chimera Marshal Harlen Fawkes’s gaze cruising the love nest. Sera had picked up and understood the message; it just hadn’t traveled all the way to Maisie.
    Fawkes cocked his head toward her. “While I approve of the activity this Rêve was obviously designed for”—his gaze rested quizzically on Vince for a beat—“your sister has been holding a vigil in Maze City since you and Rook didn’t turn up last night.”
    Maisie was in her city, which meant she was okay, too.
    “Thank God you’re here,” Malcolm said. “I was drowned and abducted last night by one of Lambert’s