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to see your friend Mercedes, but she wouldn’t give me anything. Then Sig came to me and told me that with a little help he was certain he could bring you back. He said all I needed to do was let him use one of my wolves, someone you didn’t know well. He said he had someone close to you who would take care of the rest.”
    My mind began to spin. Of course, I’d been totally naive. Any fool could see the whole kidnapping was a setup, but I had assumed Sig had worked alone to facilitate it. Sometimes lone wolves worked with vampires for the money, and I’d assumed Jackson had been one of them. But he was part of the pack, and Lucas had asked him to kidnap me. That meant the shape-shifting witch was on someone’s team too.
    Someone who knew a thing or two about how hard transfiguration magic was. Someone who had told me the very night I vanished how she thought it was time for me to go home. My hand flew to the necklace dangling from my throat. Ward against evil, my ass. My grandmere had led them right to me.
    I slumped to the floor, and in an instant Lucas was crouched in front of me. He tried to help me up, but I pushed him harder than I meant to, and he stumbled backwards onto the floor.
    “I spent an entire day locked in the trunk of a car.” I glared at him. “I smashed that kid in the face and got my own split open in the process.”
    His eyes went wide with sudden rage. “Did he—?”
    “No. God, do you think that scrawny thing could have beaten me up? It was an accident, and I healed. But that’s not the point, Lucas. You helped the head of the vampire Tribunal kidnap me. And you know who was helping him on my end? My own goddamn grandmother.” Out of frustration, I began unbuttoning my shirt, unable to stand the feel of the wet cloth on my skin anymore. I stood and threw the shirt on top of his on the floor.
    “I’d like to go home,” I said bluntly. “Your driver left, and I’d like to leave.”
    “Secret—”
    “I have a rogue vampire to find. Apparently it’s so important that everyone I trusted snuck around behind my back and dragged me home against my will. So I should probably get it done.” I was standing in my bra, dripping wet, but I managed to make my point serious enough he didn’t question it.
    “I’ll have Dominick bring you a car.” He moved past me to open the door.
    “Lucas?”
    He hesitated as the door swung open.
    “I did miss you. I really did. And I wanted to come home. But you should have let me do it my way. I needed time.”
    “I know. But, Secret, we needed you here. We’re your friends.”
    “Yeah. With friends like you, who the hell needs enemies?”
    I slammed the door behind me.

Chapter Eleven
    I knew Lucas was up to something the second Dominick showed me to the garage.
    The smirking blond bodyguard had been gracious enough to loan me his leather jacket, and because of his slight build, it fit me perfectly. Plus, thanks to the DNA he shared with his brother, it smelled comforting and familiar.
    “This one is yours,” Dominick said, indicating a pristine yellow BMW convertible.
    Like all the other cars in the garage, the BMW Z4 was meticulously detailed and polished within an inch of its life. Something about this specific one, maybe the color, or some type of new-car magic, made me certain this car was more than a loaner.
    When I shot Dominick an accusatory glare, he raised his hands and added, “Messenger.”
    “Harrumph.”
    “Will you feel better if I call it a loaner?” he asked, obviously picking up on my discomfort.
    “My pride will.”
    “You live in a special country of denial, Secret.”
    “Have you met me? It’s more like a planet.” I couldn’t help but smile at him.
    Dominick tossed a set of keys at me, and I tested the weight of the new object in my hand. It felt foreign but not unwelcome.
    “Is it gonna blow up?”
    Dominick laughed. “I doubt he’d go through all the effort of getting you back only to kill you.”
    I opened the