I let her get a little bit ahead and focused on following her scent trail. We went up and down staircases and through hallways. At first, I thought I was following her to her rooms, meaning I’d need to let her get away. But every time I was about to let the chase go, she’d go through a doorway into another wing that I was sure would lead outside. Only it didn’t.

A map would’ve really helped.

I didn’t want to quit until I knew where she was going because she definitely wasn’t heading to the meeting. Donovan hadn’t called me through the bond yet, but I knew it was coming any second now.

My cell phone buzzed in my pocket and I nearly jumped out of my skin.

A text from McTavish. Finally.

I checked it as I walked.

He’d sent me two pictures. One was of the brooch. It was a silver rose, about two inches tall, with a worm wrapped around its stem.

I froze as I stepped through a doorway. I knew that brooch. Only I’d thought it was a necklace. A family heirloom.

Holy shit.

I’d been had. I wanted the traitor to be Vivian so badly, and Saoirse had been nice to me… I hadn’t even considered her.

I swiped to the second photo. The picture was a blow up of a still from a security camera, and Saoirse was standing front and center at the museum.

McTavish texted again. If she’s one of yours, I’m going to need to tell the Dublin garda. Call me.

What the hell? How could it be Saoirse? She’d been nice to me.

I shook my head as I started to put my phone away. Movement caught the corner of my eye, and I turned.

Fucking shit. I was an idiot.

I’d walked into a large room. It was mostly empty, except for a few pieces of furniture covered in white sheets. On the other side of the room stood Vivian and Saoirse.

I stepped backward as I thought about leaving, but running was a bad idea. It showed weakness. And even if I didn’t care about that, the door slammed shut behind me. I didn’t have to turn to sense the Weres behind me. Pack members who most likely wanted me gone.

I’d walked straight into a trap.

Donovan. I could really use some help here. The bond was quiet, and I wondered if he could hear me.

I was screwed without him, but there was one positive to this fucked up situation. Saoirse was wearing the brooch, and I was going to rip it from that bitch’s lying throat.

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Three

“You’ve been following me,” Vivian said. She crossed her arms and looked down at me like she was queen of the freaking world.

I met her gaze. “I sure was.”