I swallowed thickly and nausea crept over me. When my heart began to race, I stood up and distanced myself from the group. “She mentioned something about being followed. I gave her my pepper spray before I left last night because I thought it was just another fan. Oh, no. Daphne, she has a little girl. Did you know that?”

“No. I didn’t really bond with her the way you have with all the girls. Dean is super pissed, and he contacted the Council, but they don’t give a hoot about a missing dancer. Then he called the higher authority to send a Regulator out to investigate, but they won’t bother.”

Regulators of the Security Force worked for the higher authority—leaders of different Breeds that were in charge of the courts. They weren’t technically government since each big city had one. The only cases they focused on were high-profile crimes. Regulators were dangerous men with katanas. They served warrants, performed investigations, and got the job done.

“See if Dean called her family, or if he has their number on record. I doubt it, but maybe they know something.” I tapped my fingernail on my tooth, pacing in a small circle. I could feel a few eyes on me from the table, mostly from the men. Their ears had perked up when I raised my voice, so I made an effort to remain calm. “Daphne, tell Dean he needs to hire a PI.”

My eyes skated over to Reno and an idea sprang to mind.

“I’ll try,” she said. “But if he has to pay out of his own pocket, I don’t know if he will. Dean said the owner doesn’t want any part of it and suggested Skye was probably mixed up in something illegal.”

“Bullshit!” I yelled. I toned it down when Hope made a stinky face at me. Not that the Weston pack cared about cursing around the kids, but maybe I kind of did.

“Daph, I might have someone who can help. I’ll see what I can do. Skye is a sweet girl and this just makes me sick to my stomach. Call me if you hear anything.”

“You take care of yourself. First Lacy and now Skye. I just can’t believe this is happening in our club. All the girls are on edge, so do me a favor and buy yourself something better than a can of mace.”

“Will do, chickypoo.”

I hung up the phone and pulled in a sharp breath to calm myself. When I returned to my seat, Reno and Wheeler’s eyes were locked on me. Hard.

Lexi had migrated onto Austin’s lap where she was preoccupied with nibbling on his earlobe. His eyes hooded and she smiled mischievously.

“Better cut that out, Ladybug,” I heard him say.

Melody pulled Jericho’s hand so hard that one of his fat rings popped off. He finally capitulated and stood up, towering over her. Izzy followed behind them and Melody led the way toward a glass machine filled with colorful stuffed animals. Meanwhile, Denver and Maizy were behind me, throwing balls at a machine.