Page 49 of Infinitely Mine
“He won’t be breathing once anyone arrives,” I snarled.
“Fuck. Stay sharp. I’m on my way, brother.”
We ended the call.
Rowen bounced her knee, her mind lost in worry, almost shutting down in fear.
“Babe.”
“Yeah?”
“He’s fine. I know it. I can fucking feel it.”
“How?” She blinked, and a tear slipped down one cheek. “There’s something you don’t know about me. It’s time I let you in on a secret.”
“Okay.”
“I have a gift like Jacob. I think that’s why we met. We latched on to each other because we’re a lot alike.”
She frowned. “You see things too?”
“In a way. I’ve got other abilities.”
“Abilities?” I could see her working it out in her head, trying to figure out what that meant. “You can feel him. That’s what you just said.”
“Yes, the same, but different.” Yeah, that wasn’t confusing.
“But you can find him? Help save him?”
“Yes. Without a doubt,” I promised.
She sat back against the seat, a dazed expression on her face. My woman had been through so fucking much the last few weeks. Her best friend’s death. Moving out of the state and starting over. Meeting me. A new relationship. The threat was sent to her house. And now, Jacob was missing as we raced to locate him.
The drive sped by as we talked. I didn’t say the word Reaper, but I tried to prepare her for his presence because when we arrived, I would have to set him free to save our son.
Rain began to fall a few minutes before we parked the SUV. It fell in heavy sheets that flooded the nearly empty lot. I opened the door, ready to run toward the dam, when my Reaper forced me back into the SUV. He took over, started the engine, and sped out of the lot.
“Mammoth!”
Rowen’s confused cry filled the interior.
The Reaper forced me to look at her without revealing his presence. “We’re supposed to go this way.”
Her eyes grew wide. She fisted her hands in her shirt and whimpered. “Please don’t be wrong.”
“I’m not.”
We ended up at a park in the middle of fucking nowhere. I slammed on the brakes and skidded across the asphalt, taking up two spaces before I cut the engine. Rowen followed me whenI opened the door and ran, racing toward the swings when I heard a scream. A young child’s scream.
Noooooo!
I heard Rowen behind me but didn’t stop. I had to reach him first. My heart pounded in rhythm with my boots. My chest heaved with exertion and every breath. If he was harmed. . .I couldn’t finish the thought.
I skidded to a stop when I found a man’s arm around Jacob and a gun pointed at my Little Man’s head. They stood on top of the playground on a rickety bridge. The guy seemed familiar. Red hair. I knew him.
Tommy Casey.
The man in the drawing where Jacob saw the reaping. The same man who gave him life, his father. The fucking coward kidnapped his own son.