JASON

Pacing the room, I tracked her to a hotel in Edinburgh. Kai and Aislin are downstairs talking to the person at the front desk, which I think is useless. I smell her sweet scent; it is stronger here in the confines of the room. Pungent enough I can tell she uses coconut shampoo and soap. Her perfume is musky, and her personal scent is a blend of Jasmine and something exotic. It has imprinted on my mind and, quite possibly, my soul. If I'm honest, her first tinkling laugh in that bar when Aislin was drunk did that. It rang true and I saw the most beautiful colors in it. Right now, I can smell just a hint of the drug they used on her; my beast rolls beneath my skin. Deep breaths calm me. Finding no clues other than the scent of the ones that held her, I leave. Heading down the hall, I run into Michael; he looks at me, his eyes questioning. I shake my head. Riding the elevator down, I pull at the reins of my control. As we step off, the scent of one of her captors tickles my nose and my head whips around. Eyes narrowed, I scan the crowd. Michael, and now Sean on my other side, are alert, looking around also. Kai is looking our way, his dragon picking up on our mood. Jerking my head right, I start stalking towards the hotel cafe. Drawing in deep breaths, I filter out all but the one scent I'm looking for. The others fan out in case we flush out our prey. Moving through the café, I step out on the sidewalk and turn my head from side to side.

"Do you sense something?" Aislin's voice tremors, as she grabs my hand.

"Not exactly, Kukla. I caught his scent, the one that took her from the hotel, but it is fainter here on the crowded street. I could find it easier, but how I do it would cause quite a commotion,” I respond, squeezing her hand.

"We found out they used a car service. Kai is getting the number so we can call them," Aislin shivers, looking around she is thinking of her own captivity. Kai moves in, drawing her beneath his arm, tucking her close to his side. His lips touch her ear as he murmurs to her, trying to calm her worries. I eavesdrop on his words; he is convinced that Dorran, the one that tortured her, was not like the others in the Order of Sceach or Thorne, Inc, the multinational company they run. The Order, that ancient group of humans intent on obtaining the gifts of the Gods. Of course, thanks to the Morrigan, we learned that the Gods are not Gods at all, but more like aliens. Agreeing with his conclusion that Dorran was an anomaly, a sick and twisted pervert, I doubt the Order is full of sexual deviants.

Kai raises his head. "I got the number. You should call, Jason. I'm sure you can persuade them to give us the information." Aislin looks at me, her eyes narrowed as she wonders what exactly I am, what those "gods" bestowed upon me. Soon, she will witness all my talents, because I will use everything in my arsenal to reach Emma. Smirking, I dial the number that Kai holds up for me. Time to give everyone a hint of my powers. A young lady picks up on the third ring.

"Darling, a man used your service a few days ago, pick-up was the Grande. I need the information of where the drop-off was," I say, pouring my power into my voice. The shock on my companions faces as the girl spills her guts makes me want to laugh. The lust rolling through her can be felt over the phone line. "Thank you, beautiful." Using my voice, I send a caress over the phone, and she orgasms as I hang up. Kai is glaring at me as Aislin catches her breath, her eyes unfocused slightly. She didn't quite reach release, but it was close.

"Holy fucking shit, Jason!" Michael is adjusting himself, and Sean is staring opened mouth.

Aislin chuckles, fanning herself, "No wonder you are so careful when you talk. Although that could be a lot of fun." That little statement earns me more glares from Kai, as I bark out a laugh.

"Now, now Kukla, don't tell me the dragon has problems in the bedroom." Swatting my arm, she laughs as she moves into his arms, kissing him with a passion that forces us to look away. He is wearing a satisfied smug look on his face when they finally break apart; she knows just how to soothe the beast.

"Now, back to business. They were dropped off at a private airstrip on the outskirts of town. We should go there, find out the flight destination, and then start our way there. The plan is to not leave Emma in their hands a second longer than necessary." Once again, eyes are studying me, and I run my fingers through my hair, a nervous habit. I don't like being the center of attention. Spinning, I head to my car, knowing they will follow in Kai's Range Rover.