Dyson leaned against the pool table, sipping his beer. The last four days had been chaos, even by Fae standards, thank god it had calmed down. Dyson wasn't even really sure what had happened, except for Hale storming into the old bar with a haunted look on his face and kicked about 90% of the residents out. Even Kenzi who had waltzed into the Dahl in heels longer than her hand was sent away. Well, that was putting it lightly. She was shoved out the door, grumbling and muttering, but not before swiping a bottle of chocolate vodka off the top shelf.
Come to think of it, Dyson hadn't seen the tiny Russian since. He missed her in a way he swore to himself was purely platonic. Dyson hadn't realized how much they all depended on her to lighten the mood until she was gone. But he wrote it off as her being home with Bo, thinking that she would show when she showed.
Speak of the devil, Bo chose that moment to swiftly walk into the room, with a determined look in her eye. Dyson sniffed the air, and immediately noticed something off. Bo smelled like fear and anxiety. He watched the door intensely, waiting for a certain tiny girl to run in after her. But no one followed.
Dyson's hand clenched around the glass. Where was she? Bo never went to the Dahl without Kenzi in tow, and this time there certainly was no Kenzi in tow. He shoved his way through the crowd to where Bo was half hysterically yelling at Trick.
"What do you mean she isn't here?! She hasn't called, she hasn't texted and I was so caught up with Lauren that I didn't even realize she hasn't been home in four days!" Bo half shouted to the old man, but all he had processed from that bit was Kenzi was gone. Four days. What the hell had happened?
"Calm down, I'm sure she's fine. She's a smart girl, she probably just ran into one of her old friends. I'm sure she'll be back before you know it," Trick smiled warmly and placed his hand on her arm. "Let me get you a drink," He said and wandered off to the other side of the bar.
"Bo, where was the last place you saw her?" Dyson leaned in and examined her worried features.
"At the clubhouse, I should've never asked to go, but Lauren was coming over and I was so preoccupied," She trailed off, placing her head in her hands. Normally Dyson would've stayed and offered her some words of comfort and false hope, but all he could think about was Kenzi hurt and stuck somewhere and all of them being too selfish to even realize she was gone. His wolf whined at the thought an injured Kenzi and a growl rose from his lips.
He started towards the door, shoving a dark fae man in a suit out of his path. The man gave him a dirty look, but Dyson's eyes were amber and his teeth were long. There was only one thing on his mind when he fully shifted outside the Dahl.