by Faith Gibson
“What’s wrong?” she asked as she held onto his arms for support.
“Other than we’re not naked? I was waiting for you in the bar when one of your neighbors got a phone call. I overheard him talking about you and a note, so I followed him.” Nik looked around and saw the back of the stranger’s head a block away. “That’s him, the one wearing the red sweatshirt,” he said, pointing at the tall man.
“I think you should still follow him. See what you can find out. I’ll go back to my room so I can get out of my disguise. I’ll wait for you there.”
“Okay, but be careful. I finally caught up with you. I can’t lose you again.” Nik leaned in and kissed her hard on the mouth. “I’ll see you soon.” He tapped her on the nose then took off running across the busy intersection. Leaving her there was the hardest thing he’d ever done, but knowing she would be in her room waiting for him made it easier. He would tail the stranger and find out what he could about the note and who was following Sophia. When he met her back in her room, he was going to spank her ass for worrying him. Then he was going to spend the rest of the day making her his.
The traffic light changed to red, but Nikolas ran across the street anyway. He had already lost valuable time. His heart was soaring, and his cock was aching. Even in her disguise, Sophia was the most beautiful sight Nik had seen in a long time. He couldn’t believe he’d found her in a country so large. Actually, they found each other, but either way, he knew she was safe. He intended to keep her that way.
The red sweatshirt bobbed in and out of pedestrians, obviously in a hurry. Nik had no trouble keeping up with him. He closed the gap when the man stopped at the next corner. When he turned to look behind him, Nik ducked into the alcove of a shop. He waited a few seconds before peering around the bricks to see the man was on the move again, this time at a much faster pace. Shit. Nik was afraid he’d been made. Before he could close the gap, an SUV pulled to the curb and the stranger jumped in. Fuck! Nik ran out into the street and barely had time to take in the license plate number. If he wasn’t a shifter, he would have missed it.
He begged the gods for a taxi, but none were on the busy street. Dammit, he’d been so close. At least now he could go back and spend time with Sophia. He would run the license plate while they got acquainted. Even though he’d let the stranger get away, his heart was pounding at the prospect of getting close and personal with his mate. Really close and personal.
Sophia couldn’t believe Nikolas was in Egypt. He was there to help her find her parents. She should have asked him to help her in the beginning. If she had, she would probably be a lot closer to finding them. The note didn’t say anything about coming alone or not telling anyone. She’d never even thought to call the authorities. There was too much at stake to involve the human police. She didn’t know the King’s mate, Kaya Kane, well enough to trust her. And besides, what could she do? She was a local chief in New Atlanta, not some high ranking official in one of the government alphabets. Even if Chief Kane had been in the CIA or FBI, Sophia wouldn’t have gone to her.
Nikolas she should have trusted. She should have known he would accept the mate bond and be by her side. Now, he was, or would be in just a little while. Sophia couldn’t wait to get back to her hotel and strip out of her disguise. She wanted Nik to see the real her. Soon, she would be mated to Nikolas Stone, of that she had no doubt. Yes, she was there to find her parents, but the bond was too strong not to answer the call. Once they completed the bond, they would work together to find her parents.
“I’ve seen it all now,” a familiar voice crowed behind her. Sophia turned to find Yvonne standing behind her, scowling.
“I honestly doubt that, but what are you going on about?” she asked the older woman.
“You attacking your son-in-law. That was despicable.” Yvonne was looking down her nose, disdain evident on her face.
“Are you following me, Yvonne? Does Fred know you’re off your leash?” Sophia was tired of this nosy bitch.
The older woman huffed, “Yes, I followed you. I wanted to tell you I don’t appreciate you meddling in my family. I was right; you are nothing but trouble.”
“Garrett’s an only child, isn’t he?”
“How did you know that?”
Sophia pulled up to her true height and got in the woman’s face. “Fred must have good sperm, because as big a bitch as you are, there’s no way he would screw you more than once. Now, I don’t have time to stand here and trade barbs with you. Stop following me and worry about your own damn business.” Sophia didn’t give her time to respond. She left Yvonne wide-eyed and furious.
As soon as she was far enough away, Sophia burst out laughing. She could only imagine how it looked, Beatrice kissing Nik. She wished she’d seen the look on Yvonne’s face as she watched them going at it. That would be one to tell the grandchildren. She was lost in thoughts of a naked Gargoyle when she reached her hotel. Waltzing in the front door, she went straight to the elevator instead of taking the stairs. The doors were almost closed when a male hand slid between, stopping the motion. Sophia sucked in her breath when the blonde woman and her partner entered the car with her. Instead of pushing the button for the tenth floor, the man pushed five.
Sophia averted her eyes, praying to the gods they didn’t recognize her. When the doors opened, only the woman got off the elevator. Shit. She couldn’t get off on the tenth floor and go to her room, or they would know where she was staying. She pressed the button for nine, hoping the man wouldn’t follow her. When the doors opened again, Sophia stepped into the hallway and turned left toward the stairs. When she felt a presence behind her, she had a split second to decide – phase and hope like hell the man wasn’t a Gargoyle, or scream for help. She opted for the latter. When she reached the end of the hall, she pulled the fire alarm and screamed at the top of her lungs. Her follower was so stunned she was able to shove him down on his ass and take off running. Instead of running up to her room, she went down. Sophia allowed herself to get lost in the throngs of hotel guests using the stairs to get to safety.
When she reached the bottom floor, she ran out the side door and flagged down a taxi. Dammit! She needed to get back to her room and wait on Nikolas. Now she would have to go back to the inn to wait. Hopefully he would figure out where she was. Why hadn’t she bothered to get his phone number? She didn’t even know what hotel he was staying in. If she could get to her computer, she could figure it out. When she got to the bed and breakfast, she prayed she could get to her room without anyone seeing her. The last thing she needed was another confrontation with Yvonne.
Her followers either knew she was both Sophia and Beatrice, or they only knew Beatrice had the disk and they wanted it back. Either way, she was screwed. The only option she could see was to become Clara and change hotels. At this point she had little faith in getting back into the Nile Grand and retrieving her things. Earlier, Nik said he was chasing her neighbor. It was probably the same man she’d heard talking on the phone. If he was working with the blonde and her accomplice, then she wouldn’t risk going back for her stuff. At least she had an extra computer and clothing at the inn.
As soon as she got to her room, she opened her laptop to search where Nik might be staying. While she was waiting on it to boot up, Sophia stripped out of her disguise. This afternoon was not going the way she thought it would after running into Nikolas. She was pulling a t-shirt over her head when she heard a commotion outside. Sophia looked out her window to see the blonde and her partner arguing with a couple of men on the sidewalk. Shit! They’d found her. She closed her laptop, and shoved it into her backpack along with everything else she could fit. Next, she grabbed her Clara disguise, her toiletries, and as many clothes as she could fit in her large bag.
Sophia couldn’t go out the front door, and she wouldn’t chance going through the kitchen. She kept out of sight while she waited to see if they were coming inside the inn. After a few minutes and some heated discussion, the couple headed toward the
entrance while the two men split up. If she was lucky, the inn owners would turn the couple away and she could stay in her room. If her luck was continuing as it had been, Yvonne would be the first to tell them where she was. Sophia wasn’t going to put any faith in hiding out in her room.
The front window with the balcony looked out over the street. That was out. The side window faced the garden area. Garden it was. Sophia opened the window and tossed her bag to the ground amidst the bushes. She strapped her backpack on and climbed over the window ledge. Two stories was higher than she’d ever jumped, but she was a shifter. She called her Goyle half forward and dropped the twenty something feet to the ground. She landed on her feet then fell back onto her butt. Not very graceful, but she’d take it. She stood and wiped the dirt off her jeans, grabbed her bag, and took off behind the building.
Sophia needed to figure out where Nikolas was registered. Since she hadn’t been able to search on her laptop, the next best thing was to call all the hotels and pray to the gods he wasn’t using an alias. Sophia ducked into the first coffee shop she came to. Instead of sitting at a booth, she headed for the restroom. Once she was secluded in a stall, she pulled up the area hotels on her phone and began calling each one. When she tried the Sitela West, she hit the motherlode. He didn’t answer, but at least she knew at which hotel he was staying. She left a message on his room phone leaving her phone number for him. That way if they kept missing each other, at least he could call her.
Her safest bet was to hop a train to Alexandria and hide out with Xenia for a while, but she didn’t want to chance being followed and putting her aunt in danger. Xenia had enough on her plate without Sophia adding to it. She would have to take her chances on her own. She pulled up the search engine on her phone and typed in public library. It wasn’t too far away, but she wouldn’t take a chance on walking. She made her way back to the front of the café and stepped out onto the sidewalk to flag down a taxi.
As she was getting into the automobile, a man yelled, “There she is. Get her!”
Sophia didn’t look behind her. She climbed into the taxi and yelled, “Go, go!” Only when they had pulled out into traffic did she dare turn to see who was following her. She recognized the big man from the airport. He and his partner were yelling and rushing to find their own taxi. Sophia felt safe for the moment. “To the library, please,” she told the driver.
Chapter Eleven
Kallisto was furious at Sergei for allowing the old woman to get the jump on him. As soon as she heard the fire alarm, she’d taken off down the stairs, her gut telling her it wasn’t a fire. She saw the old woman just as she got into a taxi. Luckily, there was another right behind it. Sergei jumped in the cab right before she could close the door. Drago and one of his men, Crane, met them at the bed and breakfast where Kallisto was certain the taxi had stopped.
Crane explained, “I don’t know who he was or why he was following me. If he hadn’t stopped to talk to some old woman, he’d probably have caught me.”
“Old woman? Did she look like this?” Kallisto held up the photograph they had of the woman from the zoo. Sergei had been able to hack into the security feed and freeze frame on her face. The picture was a little grainy, but it was clear enough to show it was the same woman they were now chasing.
“Yeah, that’s her. Why would a young guy be kissing an old woman?” Crane asked, cringing.
“Might be his mother,” Drago offered.
“If you ever catch me kissing my ma with tongue, just fucking shoot me,” Crane protested.
“How do you know there was tongue involved?” Drago asked.
“Would you two shut up? I’m pretty sure she ducked into this inn. Sergei and I will check it out. You two split up. Crane cover the area. She might be old, but she’s tough and fast. Drago, you go to the hotel in case she circles back. If either of you spot her, don’t let her out of your sight. We have to get the disk back,” Kallisto instructed.
“What about the Brooks woman?” Drago asked.
“She should be looking for clues to her parents’ whereabouts, not that the note will do any good. Our first priority is retrieving the disk. Now, go. Call me if you see either one of them.”
When the two men walked off, Sergei asked, “Don’t you think it’s a big coincidence the old woman was going to the tenth floor?”
“Yes, I do. After we leave here, I plan on getting into her room and see what we can find. For now, I want to see if the old woman went in here.” Kallisto walked up the steps to the inn and went inside. It was a quaint little place, if you liked that sort of thing. She lived in a huge villa fit for a Princess. Considering who her father was, she expected nothing less.
Several people were in the foyer arguing. She interrupted them. “Excuse me. Did any of you see this woman come through here?”
“That’s Beatrice,” the older woman of the group exclaimed.
“Why do you want to know?” the younger woman stepped in front of the older one and asked.
“We only want to talk to her. There was an accident, and she might have been a witness,” Kallisto lied.
The younger woman placed her hands on her hips, but the older one stepped around her. “Yes, I will show you to her room.”
“Now, wait just a minute, Yvonne. You can’t go disrupting someone’s privacy. I won’t stand for it,” the older man grabbed the woman’s arm. She jerked her arm away and started to give him a piece of her mind, but a caretaker from the inn stopped her.
“Excuse me, Mrs. Waterford. I must insist you leave this matter to me. We take our guests’ privacy seriously, and I’m sure if you were in the same position as Mrs. Nightingale, you would feel the same way. Now, Miss…”
“Miss Verga. I do apologize for the commotion. I was only hoping Mrs. Nightingale could tell us what she saw. It is unnecessary to disturb her at this time.” Kallisto grabbed Sergei’s hand and pulled him outside. “We know she’s there. Now we’ll wait until she leaves. She can’t hole up in there forever. Let’s take a look around, make sure there’s not a back way she can escape.”
Nikolas arrived at the Nile Grand to find the building had been evacuated. He pulled out his cellphone and dialed Sophia’s room, doubting she would still be in the building. He got no answer, so he looked around the crowd for her. Firefighters were allowing guests to return to their room, so she might be on her way upstairs. Nik hovered around one of the emergency vehicles, close enough to overhear two men talking. A fire alarm had been pulled on the ninth floor, but no fire or smoke had been found. They chalked it up to a kid playing a prank. Hotel surveillance would give them more information. Even though it was the ninth floor, Nik needed to see that video feed for himself. First he needed to find his mate.
He took the stairs up to the tenth floor and used the key card to let himself into Sophia’s room. He fully expected her to be right up, even though he hadn’t seen her downstairs. While he was waiting, he called Julian to check on things back home. He didn’t tell his brother about running into Sophia. He would wait and give him the good news once they were mated. After thirty minutes had passed, he began to get worried. She should have been back by now. Another thirty minutes later and Nik wrote a note for her, telling her he was going to his hotel to run the license plate of the SUV. He remembered to write down his cell phone number for her.
The one time he wanted to run into someone in the hall, the strangers who were following Sophia were nowhere to be found. Nik made his way to his own hotel room where he plugged in the license plate number. Next, he opened one of the tiny bottles of whisky in the mini-bar. He swallowed the liquor in one gulp and opened another. These little samples were just enough to piss someone off. He checked the computer, and as he suspected, the SUV was a rental. It was assigned to someone named K. Verga. The initial K didn’t give him much to go on, and if they were smart, it was an alias.
His cell phone pinged with an incoming text. He grabbed his phone and frowned. The number was unknown, but he opened the
text anyway.
In trouble, please help.
Fuck! Nik texted back… On my way
Sophia had to be at the hotel, or she wouldn’t have known his number. She must be using a burner phone, or else she had her name blocked for security. All this back and forth was getting on his nerves. As soon as he got his hands on her, he was going to chain her to him. A lesser man would already have an ulcer. Since Nik wasn’t really a man, he would be fine. Eventually.
Guests were still milling around the lobby of the hotel, but the emergency crews had left the premises. Nik kept his shifter senses open, especially his hearing. He blocked out all sounds except for voices and then he listened for anything that would alert him to Sophia’s followers.
He stopped when he was outside the door to her room. He didn’t hear any movement inside, but he did feel a presence there. Oh, gods, what if she was hurt? Nik slid the key card in the slot and shoved open the door when it unlocked. Instead of Sophia, Nik was facing someone from housekeeping. The tall woman jumped when he burst through the door.
“Where is she?” Nik asked, grabbing the woman by the arms.
“I’m sorry, sir. I’m just cleaning the room,” she begged. Nik let go and took a look around. The woman tried to run past him, but he grabbed her wrist. There were no cleaning supplies in the room. If there was a cart in the hall, Nik didn’t remember seeing it.
“What exactly were you cleaning?” Nik demanded. Instead of answering, the woman pulled something out of her pocket and sprayed it in his face. “Fuck!” His eyes were burning and tearing up. He couldn’t see. The sound of the heavy door handle turning let him know the woman was getting away. “Godsdamnit!” Nik stumbled to the bathroom, running into the bed along the way. He flushed his eyes with water until he could see again.