Declan banged on Colleen’s door, knowing full well that Fiona wasn’t there. He figured if she was with her friends, he could check out Brent a little more. Then he felt some distress from her, but couldn’t tell where it was coming from. It was there, some kind of link, even if she said she hated him. Yes, something was wrong. His phone was dead so he couldn’t locate her that way. Damned new technology. No, this was different.
“The feckin’ goblin is blocking me.”
He didn’t know how, but he knew it was Brent. Something more than a gut feeling overtook him. Why hadn’t listened to the lessons he’d been supposed to learn? Declan banged on the door again then tried the knob. It opened in his hand. He looked up to see Colleen on the other side. “Where is she?”
He stormed into the apartment, feeling like a caged animal. He could feel that Fiona was in some kind of distress, but he couldn’t tell what.