Written in the Sand: Book 1 of the "Written" duology

Taken

A Hamish POV!! Enjoy!

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Hamish didn't know what was wrong, or even if there was, but something didn't feel right in his gut. And it was confirmed with a worried Lilith on the phone.

"Do you know where Keke is?!" His ears were assaulted as Hamish picked up Lilith's call. He gave a sigh. "What? Speak English," He said, not hearing what she had said the first time.

"I said, have you seen Keke?" Lilith said in a slower voice. Hamish gave a confused look as he began to pack up his items he took with him to teach the class. "Uh, no, I've been teaching all day." Hamish said, putting on his shoulder bag. "Why, what's up?"

"Oh shit," Lilith said just as the phone was transferred. "Dude, she's not at the apartment," Randall said, seeming to have taken Lilith's phone from her.

Hamish instantly was more alert and picked up speed as he walked down the hallway. "What?" He asked, shocked.

I asked her not to leave... Why would she leave? Hamish asked himself, silently freaking out and overthinking multiple possibilities. "Did she leave as in leave," He asked, implying that she could have packed up and left.

"No," Lilith said, taking the phone back. Or it was on speaker. Either way, Lilith was speaking. "We walked in to see everything the way it was. We checked your guys' room, and everything was orderly, like she was in the process of organizing," she said, her voice filled with concern.

Hamish gave a shake of his head. "Where are you guys at?" He asked, looking around outside now. He was walking back to his apartment, not taking his car because it was a quick walk.

"Right behind you," Randall said loudly as Hamish heard a honk of a car behind him on the road. Hamish turned around to see Randall's car pulling up to the curb, hanging up the phone call. Lilith had the window rolled down and it was oddly silent in the car. Normally Randall always has his music playing.

Hamish climbed in the back seat, tossing his bag in first.

"Where are we going?" Hamish asked as Randall drove.

"Here," Lilith said, handing me a note. Hamish took it, reading it to himself.

If you want her alive and intact, meet me here in a half hour. If you don't, well, I will deliver her in small pieces.

Hamish's grip tightened on the note as he read it, and it's coordinates. He knew who did this. And Hamish knew what he was gonna do to him when he got there. Hamish hadn't realized he was growling until Randall spoke up.

"Hey, Ham, cool off, you're gonna wolf out. And I really don't want to repair the car," Randall said, looking at him through the rearview mirror. Hamish took a deep and reserving breath. "Sorry," He said, straightening his back.

"Yeah, you should be, this is a very expensive- ow!" Lilith elbowed him. "I mean, you don't have to be, we get it," Randall quickly said, giving a guilty smile.

"We'll find her, Hamish," Lilith said reassuringly.

The car ride was quiet. The air was so thick it could be cut with a knife. When they reached the destination, they all got out of Randall's car, looking around.

Hamish was the first to detect something off to his right, and directed the others in that direction.

"Guys, anyone else feel like this might just be a trap?" Randall asked nervously. "Then why did you come here?" Someone asked behind them. Randall jumped and spun around, facing the threat. Lilith spun around just as Hamish turned. Hamish gave a glare.