Knowing Little Kenyon was still alive, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
Alaric Davenport saw the address sent to his phone via text. It was in Country M.
His expression hardened. He called Ethan Lockwood. "Get a helicopter ready. We're going to 168 Pyke Street in Country M. She doesn't know yet, does she?"
"Skylar Morrison told me they're in Country M. If that's the case, it might be faster if they go first."
"She can't go!" Alaric immediately refused, his voice harsh.
On the other end of the line, Ethan Lockwood looked at his other phone, which was still on a call. He frowned slightly. "It's too late."
"You tell her. She is not to go. Otherwise, once I find her, she can forget about going anywhere at all. I'll keep her imprisoned."
Just then, her voice came from the other phone, transmitted through Ethan's call. "I can't."
With that, she hung up.
