Page 80 of Magic Claimed

I scanned the list of sites Tabitha had visited, and there it was.

“This one.” I pointed to the name of the gaming website. “Hopefully, she’s still signed in…”

He clicked, and the window opened, showing a similar view to what I’d seen on Jeremiah’s computer. My gaze darted to the upper right-hand side, to the tiny icon that indicated account information. “There.”

At the top of the new screen was the name we needed:TabbyCat409

Bingo.

“Now we just need to find her frequently played games.”

I scanned the home screen, trying to ignore all the ads and pop-up windows, looking for titles…

Through the Portal to Everwhere.

It was part of a “frequently played” list near the top of the page.

“She played the same game,” I murmured to Callum. “Now see if you can find a list of her friends.”

It was almost ridiculously easy. Under her account menu was a tab for friends, and there near the top was Jeremiah’s username:bullfrog08.

They’d known each other. Played together. Even if it did look like Tabitha might have run away, there was no way this was a coincidence. I needed to get into that game and figure out what was happening.

“I’ve got what I need,” I confirmed.

Callum shut the laptop and handed it back. “Thank you. This was very helpful. We’ve found the link we were looking for.”

Ellen reached out with her free hand and clutched his sleeve. “Are you leaving already? Will you come back and tell me if you findanything?”

“We will definitely notify you as soon as we have any hints of what might have happened to your daughter,” I told Ellen coolly, fighting the urge to rip her hand from Callum’s arm. “And you can reach me through our landlord if you hear from the police, from Tabitha, or from anyone making demands for her return.”

She drew back a little, clearly unhappy now that she remembered I was a part of this equation and not just the hot guy with broad shoulders, gorgeous auburn hair, and smolder for days.

“Fine,” she muttered. “But if my credit card is hacked or my identity ends up stolen, I’ll know who’s responsible.”

She took one last look at Callum, then backed through the door and slammed it right in our faces.

“That went well,” I mumbled, scowling at the closed door without bothering to hide my disgust. “I’m sorry she objectified you.”

“I’ll admit that was a new experience for me.” Callum was clearly fighting back a grin as he surveyed my disgruntled expression.

“Oh please. Don’t pretend you don’t know how you look.”

His eyes brightened with amusement. “Oh? Maybe you should tell me just in case I’ve been getting it wrong. HowdoI look?”

I elbowed him in the ribs while trying to hide the blush I could feel spreading across my face.

“Stop fishing, Your Majesty. You already know I like you.”

“But you’ve never actually said you think I’m attractive. What if you’re willing to overlook my face just because I have afleet of expensive cars, a private jet at my command, and a super wealthy family at my back?”

I rolled my eyes and headed for the stairs. “What I’m willing to overlook is your controlling court, your meddling family, and your occasionally overwhelming bossiness. The rest of that is just a set of burdens I’ll have to live with.”

“You mean that, don’t you?” he said, shaking his head. “My power means nothing to you.”

“It doesn’t mean nothing.” I paused and gripped his elbow, needing to be certain he heard me. “Callum, your power has a lot of layers, and as many drawbacks as benefits. But it’s a part of who you are. And it’s the way you use the power that matters. You use it to protect and to build, not to control or destroy, and I… I actually like that a lot.”

He turned to face me right there in the hall and caught my hand. “But you still haven’t said whether you like my face,” he teased.