Everyone grew silent.
“Do we have proof?” Ric looked at Kol instead of Elora, and Kol shook his head. They didn’t have shit.
“What’s his name?” Leo sat down in front of his computer.
“Varg Sullivan. He lives in Yord, or did three years ago, at least.”
While Kol never would allow anyone to put their filthy hands on Elijah, he found it strange Varg had allowed three years to pass. Why kidnap him now and not before?
Leo tapped away, the frown on his face deepening as he tapped some more. “There’s no record of Varg Sullivan…anywhere.” 7
Eli wanted to sleep. He was exhausted, and the quiet of the office was lulling him into a false sense of safety. There was a scent in there that had his muscles unclench, a spicy, masculine scent. He didn’t think it was cologne, and he couldn’t remember having smelled it on Jaecar in the car, but there had been too much going on for him to notice.