Chapter 88: Belly of the Beast

Thomas

“I don’t like it,” I grumble as we roll to a stop two blocks away from the Vysehrad metro station.

“None of us do.” Azriel triple checks the clips in his pistols to make sure they’re jammed to the hilt with silver. “But it’s the best way to get close without any of Marek’s pack getting eyes on us. Now that they’ve got Emily, these streets are going to be crawling with his men.”

He reaches for the door handle, but I hit the lock. Leander rode with the witches in the other car, so this is the most time I’ve had alone with Azriel since Emily and I bonded.

“Hey,” I say. “It’s been two days. How do we know she’s alright?” Azriel’s jaw works as he puzzles this over.

“Have you felt anything?” Stupid question. The last forty-eight hours have been literal torture.

“Like what?” I ask sharply.

“Like anything painful?”

“Everything hurts,” I confess. “It’s like my insides are coming apart.”