Chapter 85

“I promise I was just out of the room for a minute to answer the door,” Beck babbled.

Ice flowed through Troy’s veins and the couple of bites of sandwich threatened to come back up. “George?”

“I swear I was only gone for a minute. Left him in his play pen in the woodshop to get the door and…Troy, why would anyone do this?”

Troy didn’t need to be told what thiswas. Blood was pumping in his ears, his biceps were expanding, and he was shooting into the air. Dimly, Troy could hear the construction guys shouting at him, but his entire focus was on getting back to Wykon and Beck. And finding George and the bastards who’d taken him.

“Troy?” Beck asked, voice quavering. “You still there? All I can hear is wind”

Troy realized he’d fallen silent and the wind was caused by the speed he was going. He threw up a shield around his head to block out the worst of the wind. “Sorry, babe, I’m here. I’m on my way back.”

Beck started to sob.