Dawn, Dakota - The Desperate Fay King [Kidnapped by a Fay] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More ManLove) by Dakota Dawn

again. The place was dusty but nice. Whoever lived here must have been away for a while. Walking through it, he discovered a bedroom, a bathroom, and a kitchen that opened up to the living room. It was like heaven. He’d been afraid he was going to have to make a camp along one of the roads. He glanced around. This was much better.
    He felt a little dizzy and his stomach growled as hunger pains pinched his belly. Chase answered its call by going back outside and gathering some food. After returning with an armload of food, he tested the faucet in the kitchen sink. His heart soared when clear water rushed out and started cleaning the dust out of the sink. Swishing the water around in the sink, he cleaned it out then washed off the food. His search through the cabinet right in front of him revealed the cup he so desperately needed. Chase filled it with water and quickly downed the whole cup.
    Taking two of the cleaned vegetables and another cup of water to the table, he plopped down wearily at the table and ate his meal. A yawn escaped his mouth the minute he was done. Pain radiated from every inch of his body. This little adventure had gone from being the best weekend of his life to the worst.
    His eyes started to droop, so he forced himself to his feet then headed for the bedroom. Chase dropped onto the bed and planned on staying just like that. Within minutes a chill swept through his body, causing him to shiver uncontrollably. Groaning loudly, Chase pulled the covers back and slid under them. He felt a little better. A couple of hours of sleep and he’d be good as new.

Chapter Six

    Reed entered his bedroom and expected to see Chase on the bed. The bed was rumpled but empty. A dark spot on the floor had him rushing over to it. He dropped to his knees and ran his hand over the spot. It was almost dry. He rubbed the area harder, and this time his finger showed traces of blood.
    He leapt to his feet and frantically followed the blood trail a little ways down the hallway. When it stopped his heart raged and beat against his ribs. He remembered to call Tate, who was supposed to be tuned into Chase. As he pushed Tate’s button, he scanned for evidence. “Come on. Pick up the phone, Tate.” Going back into his room, Reed looked around more closely. Nothing. “Damn it, Tate. Pick up the fucking phone.” Tate never answered. Dread slithered up from the soles of Reed’s feet and rested heavily in his heart.
    Reed pushed Simon’s button as he rushed to Tate’s room. Relief washed over him when Simon answered. “Simon, something has happened to Chase. There’s blood in my bedroom and Chase seems to be gone. Tate’s not answering my call. I’m going to his room now. Gather our best men and meet me there.”
    Reed ran into Tate’s room and found him in a crumpled heap on the floor. Dried blood was crusted to the back of his head.
    With a shaky hand, he checked Tate’s neck for a pulse. Tears of relief welled in his eyes, and he blinked them back. Next he called the medical team and informed them they needed to come get Tate.
    Simon rushed into the room and dropped down next to Tate. “Is he alive?”
    “Yes, but his pulse is slow. The blood in my roo…” Reed’s throat cracked and closed, making it impossible for him to continue.
    “We’ll find him. They didn’t kill him. He’s too valuable. He’s alive.” Simon must have made sure his voice reflected more confidence than he felt. A shadow of doubt hid in Simon’s dark blue eyes.
    More men poured into Tate’s room, and the medical team came in and took Tate to the infirmary.
    Reed’s face hardened as he thought about killing the men who took his sweet little Chase. He turned to Simon. “They will all die. Not one is to be left alive.”
    Simon nodded. “I agree. We must find these traitors quickly.”
    Reed took a shuddering breath. “Let’s get this started. It will be light in an hour. Until then let’s scour the castle and its grounds. There has to