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

vehicle and climbed up. Simon followed. All that was there was charred seats. No dead bodies. Hope bloomed in his chest. “Maybe they made it out.”
    “It’s possible,” Simon agreed, but he didn’t sound very hopeful.
    Reed’s phone buzzed, causing him to jump before he answered it. “What did you find?” Maybe Chase had been found. His heart stopped beating.
    The team leader answered gravely, “We found four bodies. Three are burned beyond recognition. The fourth man was found thirty meters from the van. He was a criminal we’ve been looking for. I’m not positive, but it looks like he was stabbed through the eye with a screwdriver. There is a chance that he could have been impaled during the fall, but the team doesn’t think so. He is covered in blood. We are sending him to the lab to get a blood analysis. Do you have any special orders for us?”
    Reed couldn’t speak, so he handed the phone to Simon. He wished he could special order them to bring Chase back. The lump in his throat was growing larger by the second.
    Simon handled the team and brought Reed back home. After a short visit with Tate, who was rapidly improving, Reed went to his room and didn’t even bother to wipe the tears off his cheeks. In his rooms he was free to let his emotions out. Reed plopped down on the bed and pressed his face into Chase’s pillow.

    * * * *
     
    The following day Reed was informed that Chase’s blood had been found on the murdered man. Chase was one of the men who had been in the van. All of Reed’s people mourned, but none more than him.
    As pain burned a hole in his heart, Reed started a fire, and with his favorite knife, letter by painful letter, he burned “Chase” into his forearm. As he formed the C, he thought of how cute his little Chase had been. The H in Chase’s name stood for humble. Chase had bowed down to all of Reed’s demands without complaint. Enjoying the pain that matched the pain in his heart, Reed burned an A into his arm and thought about how awesome his little lover had been in bed. S was for how sweet his little lover had been. Tears slid down Reed’s cheeks as he burned the letter E into his arm. E stood for the everlasting love he would feel for Chase. His sweet little Chase. Tossing the knife aside, Reed crawled over to Chase’s pillow and sobbed out his sorrow. For days he was inconsolable.
    A week after hearing of Chase’s death, Reed pulled himself together and held a memorial service for his lost love. That night, when he returned to his room, his carpet had been replaced. He knew Tate and Simon were behind the removal of the blood-stained carpet. Death would have come to anyone else who had done it. Looking at his healing arm, he knew he’d never forget his sweet little mystic mate.

    * * * *

    Chase woke up and looked around. “Where the fuck am I?” He noted that he was on a bed in a small room.
    The door opened, and an old woman walked in. Her wrinkly smile reminded him of a kindly grandmother. “Ah, I see you are awake. It’s about time you get your lazy ass up. Your fever broke two days ago.”
    Maybe she wasn’t a nice little old lady after all. The world tilted when Chase tried to sit up.
    “Not so quick, boy.” She placed her time-worn hand on his shoulder and gently pushed him back down.
    “What happened to me?”
    She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. You look like someone beat the shit out of you. Either that or you fell down a cliff.”
    Chase’s stomach churned as memories flooded his mind. His captors were dead. He didn’t know who to trust. And he was lost as hell. Shit, he may have even lost his job. “How long have I been here?”
    “I found you a week ago. I don’t think you had been fevered for long. Otherwise, you’d be dead.”
    “What state am I in?”
    She pursed her lips and eyed him up and down. “I’d say you’re in a pretty good state of health. You look like shit, but you are slowly healing.”
    Chase shook his head.