Hadn’t he?
Thrusting aside the worthless questions, he forced himself to swallow his pride. He could feel Sally, but she was too distant to pinpoint her direction.
“Can you follow them?” he forced himself to ask the gargoyle.
“Sally? Sadly no.” Levet wrinkled his tiny snout. “But Yannah. Oui. I can follow.”
“Good. We’ll take my bike.”
Styx reached out to grab his arm. “Roke.”
“What?” he snapped, not bothering to hide his impatience. Every minute apart was another minute that Sally could be hurt.
“Be careful. And call if you need me.”
Call? Not a chance in hell.
Once he got his hands on his missing mate they were heading directly for his clan in Nevada.
“I can handle my mate,” he said dryly.
Styx’s sharp laugh echoed through the hall. “Ah, the most common mistake made by every male of every species.” He pressed his hands together, doing his best Master Po from Kung Fu. “You’ll learn, young grasshopper. You’ll learn.”
Roke rolled his eyes, heading down the hall. “Let’s go, gargoyle.”