"I can't contact Sonja."

Dylan was faced with the distress-looking mate. With one scoop, he carried her and cradled her as he took a seat on his swivel chair.

"Since when?"

Arms around Dylan's neck, she mumbled. "Since last week. I first thought she was merely doing errands with Shinro and Laville, but I received Shinro's mind link right. He hasn't made any contact with Sonja for three weeks already. Rakiz is the same."

Dylan opened the drawer of his table and took his cellular phone that he rarely used. In fact, this was the first time Diana see him use technology aside from his laptop—which he only used for...