Synching With the Devil's Son

Chapter 117

Lucien's P.O.V.

Dad and I are lounging by the pool, laughing about an escapade I had in Monaco with Princess Mary Heine, Prince Albert's wife at the time. I told my Dad how she willingly let met take her on the roof of their palace, complaining how her husband sought the company of prostitutes to help get it up, and she needed a serious distraction. Suddenly, my father sits up, stares at nothing and says, "Catherine?" his brows furrowed.

"What? What's going on?" I ask him.

He looks at me. "You don't feel it?"

"Feel what?" I ask, not understanding what he's asking me.

"Concentrate dammit!" he practically yells at me.

"I don't....concentrate on what?" I ask, dumbfounded.

"I thought you said you and Bella have a connection," he snarls, standing up and putting his shirt back on. "Catherine is in trouble, or maybe, maybe that's not quite right. She's scared for...Bella...." He looks at me sharply. "Bella is in trouble."

My insides drop and I scramble to my feet. "What to do you mean?" I ask.

"Shhh," he says, closing his eyes. "Where are you, where are you?" he whispers to himself quietly. "Shit we are out of practice," he mumbles to himself.

"Dad!" I try to get his attention, "What do you mean you're out of practice? What's wrong with Bella?"

He turns to stare at me, his eyes flaming red. "I don't know exactly. Concentrate and search for the connection to your soul mate. Do it now!" he growls, his demon comes forth on the word now.

I don't understand what he's talking about, but I know I should be listening, so I close my eyes and search for her. I feel a little fuzzy, like somebody put a pillowcase over my head. 'Bella,' I call out to her in my mind. My fuzziness lifts a little, so I try to reach out farther. 'Bella,' I call again, but the shroud around my head doesn't dissipate. I open my eyes and look at my Dad, "I can't find her, I'm not sure I'm doing it right though."

He sighs. "Look behind your eyes. Look at the spaces in between, imagine her, her scent, her laughter, the color of her eyes, the softness of her skin. You must locate her Lucien, it's imperative."

"Why?"

"Catherine said four men abducted her from Macy's. We have to go, NOW!"

What the fuck? Who has Bella? I'm going to kill anyone that dares to lay a finger on her. My father and I fly to the mall and find my mother speaking to the police outside of Macy's with a store clerk and a security guard gesturing wildly. We land in copse of trees and jog over to them in the parking lot.

"Sam!" my mother cries, running into his embrace.

"Where's Bella, Mom, what happened?" I say, trying to keep my voice steady and calm.

"Lucien," my mother sobs, reaching for me. "A man with writing all over his skin knocked her down in the store and then hit her when she tried to get away." I feel my demon surge to the surface, trying to take control, and I use every last ounce of composure I have to keep him hidden. My mother continues speaking, but I am only partially listening. It must be Skylar, that fool. He thinks he can hurt my soul mate and get away with it? I grit my teeth and refocus on what my Mom is saying to me. "Bella kicked the first man..."

"Skylar Schmidt," I interrupt her, and my Dad nods his agreement.

My Mom's eyes widen. "You know this man?" she asks, incredulously.

"We've met," I tell her, asking her to continue telling me what she saw.

"Well, I saw Bella kick him, and he crumpled to the ground..." 'That's my girl,' I think, proud of her, "but there were three other men with writing on their skin too. After Skylar recovered, he punched Bella in the face, knocking her out. They took her, Lucien, and I couldn't do anything to stop them." Her tears run unchecked down her face, and my father starts rubbing her back, telling her it's not her fault.

No, it is not her fault, it's Skylar's and I'm going to kill him for laying his hand on Bella again, but right now, I need to find her.

Shit!

"Did you see what they were driving, which direction they went, anything?" I ask her, my fear for Bella's safety rising.

"I'm sorry, son...I...I don't know what kind of car...it...it was black and it drove away in that direction," she says, pointing to the mall exit. Not helpful, that's the way every driver has to go to leave this place. My Dad is speaking to the police, shakes the officers hand, then walks back over to us. "I'm going to take your mother home and then I will join you. Find the connection you have, Lucien," he implores me.

I nod, I'll keep trying. I walk back toward the trees where we landed and stand on the pavement for a few minutes, trying to reach out to her. 'Bella, where are you?' I look behind my eyes into the spaces in between. I imagine her smile, her scent, the way she looked in her red bikini. 'Bella, you need to talk to me,' I say in my mind, 'please, baby, talk to me' I plead. I close my eyes again and picture her making the "Oh" expression, and suddenly it's like a lightning bolt lit up my mind. I feel it, our connection. I see moments in time, like an animated comic, but half of the drawings are gone, and the images skip forward in a jerky motion. It surprises me for a moment, I didn't know we could do this, but I found her... she's in the dark cramped trunk of a car. I see her ripping the tail light connections off, I see her kicking the brake light out, I see her crying. My rage inflames and I run to the trees, taking off with a sonic boom, and I couldn't give a flying fuck how many people heard that.

I fly in circles, honing in on the signal I just got from Bella. I can feel how scared she is, and I try to reassure her, telling her telepathically I'm coming. I don't know if I'm getting through to her, but I keep trying. There. A black sedan driving a little too fast through the streets. I probe to see if she's in the trunk. Bullseye. What should I do? In my insolent years, I would have landed and upended the car in my rage, but Bella would probably get hurt if I did that, and I won't take that chance. I think about what my father would do... he'd follow them, see where they go. Okay, I've got the semblance of a plan. Once they get her out of the trunk, I will make my appearance. Patience, patience...I'm having a hard time remaining calm because she's so frightened.

'Bella,' I reach out to her, 'I found you, you are in the trunk of a black sedan heading west on SR 321. Don't panic, I'm here.' I keep following them, keep trying to talk to her and alleviate her fear. The car disappears under the cover of trees, but I'm not worried. I hover at the next clearing...they should have been here by now...FUCK. I land west of where I lost them and start jogging east on the state route, looking for someplace they would have turned off the highway. Found it...a little dirt road, the dust is still settling from them just having traveled over it. I hustle a little faster because I want to beat them to their destination.