Bethany's Rite by Eve Jameson

Author:Eve Jameson
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ellora's Cave Publishing Inc.
Published: 2012-03-22T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nine

Wyc took the pair of jeans Myrra handed him and yanked them on. He glanced around the kitchen. Rordyc had a gash down his right arm that Shyrana was bandaging, and the back of Amdyn’s shirt had been ripped to shreds by a Slayer’s claws. Fortunately, the damage was to the fabric and not the skin underneath. Cirryc and Kayn were, as of yet, still unaccounted for. Jordyn and his team were checking the boundaries and resetting the perimeter alarms.

“I got ‘em,” Jordyn yelled through the backdoor. Wyc pulled the door open and held it as Jordyn and Cirryc carried Kayn into the house between them, his arms flung over their shoulders. The side of Kayn’s face was covered in blood, and he kept losing the fight to hold his head up.

“I told you I can fucking walk,” he growled.

“Guess that little bump to his head didn’t alter his sunny disposition,” Rordyc said.

“Fuck you,” Kayn responded as Jordyn and Cirryc lowered him to a chair.

“Sorry, my dance card’s all filled up.” Rordyc winced as Shyrana tugged sharply on the gauze she had used to bandage his wound. She smiled sweetly at him.

“The perimeter’s secured,” Jordyn said, cutting through the banter, “but I’m missing a man. I have a unit out looking for him.”

“Wyc, go check on Bethany,” Amdyn said. “Once we’re certain everyone’s all right, we need to go over this attack. Slayers are sent out in teams of two, not packs. I want to know what the hell is going on here.”

Wyc had already been on his way out of the kitchen before Amdyn started talking. As soon as he’d heard the perimeter was intact, his first priority was his mate.

“Bethany?” He flipped the light on in their bedroom. It was empty. “Everything is fine, you can come out now.” He checked the bathroom. The closet. Under the bed. Nothing had been disturbed. No sign of forced entry or struggle. Nothing broken or missing. Except Bethany.

But no Slayer had made it past the inner perimeter. None had made it close to the house. Neither Jordyn nor Myrra had reported any security breach.

“Wyc?”

He spun around at Myrra’s voice. She was standing in the doorway, a worried look on her face.

“She’s not here. She must have gotten frightened and is hiding somewhere else in the house,” he said.

She shook her head. “She’s gone. I’m sorry. One of Jordyn’s team found her footprints by the garage.”

Wyc blinked the red fury from his gaze. “They’re not hers.”

“She’s the only one who wears tennis shoes.”

Wyc’s hands balled into fists. He moved to walk around Myrra, but she stepped into his path. “Move.”

She laid a restraining hand on his shoulder. “Bethany knows that her Guardian isn’t permanent. That the spell is close to its end.”

“She wouldn’t leave.”

“Really? And what’s given you that impression?”

Wyc was surprised at the bitterness in his captain’s voice. She rarely showed emotion at all, and never anger. The worse a situation, the calmer her response.

“Because,” Myrra continued, “I’ve been under the impression that she’s fighting you at every turn.

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