None of us said a word, and even Everett paused in his pacing to look at the grinning Adonis.
"Otis." Everett gave him a concerned gaze. "When was the last time you fed?"
"What does that have to do with anything?" Otis huffed. "I'm an adult; if I want to feed, I will."
"I'm asking because it's been a while since I've seen Adonis on the threatening side of serial killer status, which usually occurs when he uses your abilities and you haven't replenished yourself with blood."
"I have a pack for tonight, don't worry about," Otis brushed the topic away, noticing my gaze. "Let's get back to the plan. We're not going to last staying here for a few days. We have to leave by tomorrow or at least early the next day, because if Widow comes back with reinforcements, we're screwed."
"Well, the jet is ready, NDAs signed. The crew works with the secret ops anyway, so they're on our side and will aid with any transportation needs. The destination is Dubai, correct?" Adonis clarified.
Dominick nodded. "Otis and I looked into it and it seems as though something fishy is going on there."
"I think Dubai is where we have to go," I spoke up, catching everyone's attention. "I'm not sure why. It's not like I have concrete proof or anything, but whenever it's brought up, I feel a tugging urge to go there."
"Good enough for me." Tristan wrapped an arm around my waist and took some popcorn with his free hand. "I've looked into the records and so far, I'm really unsure about what they're planning to do with Omarion. There hasn't been an update and those guards that we normally check in with to get a report of the prison's status haven't responded."
"We need to get some eyes in there," Otis muttered.
"It may not be worth it now that we're venturing off to a faraway country that is completely different from America," Adonis suggested. "Technically speaking, if Cassandra is considered alive to them, she'll be ranked an outlaw. It'll be extremely hard to get around if we don't move promptly."
"We surely have a few more days," Dominick suggested.
"Uh...guys?"
We looked to Tristan as his eyes went wide and he quickly reached for the remote with the arm that had previously been around my waist to turn the volume of the television on high. All of us listened in as the female reporter moved to the next breaking news headline.
"Now with the new breaking news story for tonight. A sad announcement for the human and supernatural world. As we remember, three months ago, the popular human Cassandra Thorn went missing after being kidnapped. Police on both human and supernatural forces have been working tirelessly day and night in search for the human who has been ranked the top groupie of the four sensational supernaturals. Many of you know of Tristan Cardinal, Dominick Goldenmoon, and the Von Dolorosa twins, Otis and Adonis. Many love to call this group the Supernatural Bros and they have asked the public for some time for them to process and aid the police in their beloved friend's disappearance."
"Friend," I huffed as my eyes rolled. "And what's a groupie, anyway?"
The guys smirked but we put that aside for later as the woman continued to the point.
"It has just been reported this evening that the remains of Cassandra Thorn have been discovered."
"What?!" I shrieked, and the bowl of popcorn went flying out of my hand.
"Popcorn!" Marigold poofed out of nowhere, catching the bowl and the popcorn contents like it was life. I couldn't even comment as the woman carried on.
"Around six-fifteen this evening, her remains were discovered at the edge of an island forest. It is believed she was murdered in a different location and dumped on this island in hopes of not being discovered. It was thanks to a set of agents that were completing an underwater search that they soon discovered the island and decided to investigate before getting reinforcements. The police are still investigating and contacting all those who were close to the beautiful woman. She was only twenty years old."
"I-I'm not dead!" I snapped, attempting to get up, but Tristan's hands grabbed my hips and lowered me back into his lap.
"We know, Cass," he emphasized and hugged his arms around my waist. "This has to be some sort of prank shit."
"There's more to this story. I've just received yet another update," the news reporter declared, needing a moment to read through the new set of information that was shuffled onto her desk.
We waited in anticipation before she spoke, "This just in. Supernatural police have just confirmed that the potential kidnapper and killer of Cassandra Throne, age twenty, is Omarion Davis!”
Holy fucking shit!
All of us were gawking with wide eyes as she continued.
"Omarion Davis is allegedly a twenty-seven-year-old dragon shifter. He worked as a prison investigator and has done plenty of amazing deeds for the task force that landed many criminals behind bars to receive the justice they deserve. This is absolutely shocking news and it's been confirmed that he is now being transferred to the toughest prison in the world in the heart of Dubai! This story is still developing, but please keep your beloved Supernatural Bros in your prayers for this is indeed a heavy blow to the human and supernatural communities. This is one of the many worries of both communities as the number of kidnapped supernaturals continues to rise while the crime rate against humans has skyrocketed over the last two weeks. At this rate, the president will have no choice but to hold a press conference about what is going on and how we can combat it. This is Stacy Bell, and we'll be back with more news shortly."
Otis was the one to turn the television off, and no one spoke as the words of the report repeated within my mind again and again.
I'm dead? Omarion...they're blaming Omarion for this? He's supposed to be my dragon mate. Are they going to kill him? Give him the death penalty? Fuck! He's being transferred to Dubai!
"I'm going out," Everett announced and didn't wait for a single response before he was down the hall and slamming the door so hard the house trembled a little.
"Whoever plotted that move is about to face death itself," Adonis whispered.
"RIP and good riddance," Otis muttered and rose up. "We gotta leave in a few hours."
"What are we going to do?" Tristan was the one to ask. "Sure, we can get Cass out of America and onto Dubai soil, but her face will be plastered all over the news and newspapers by the morning."
I couldn't help but poke his cheek, and he turned his attention to me as I gave him an eyebrow raise. It took a few blinks before it seemed to click in his mind.
"Oh...right. You're an even sexier, badass bitch than before!"
That made me smirk as I slapped his chest.
"Ow!'
"They're going to be plastering my brunette human face all over the place. Not my turquoise haired, blue eyed one. I should be good."
"Also remember that Cass is half-fae now," Dominick acknowledged. "I can teach her a few tricks on the jet ride, but she looks far different from before. To a stranger, they won't see the similarities that we would."
"True." Adonis nodded. "What are we going to do about Omarion? He's in some deep shit now."