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“Sloane,” I whispered, my voice breathless.
She stared at me through the glass, her beautiful eyes wide and full of concern. Her long brown hair was tossed up in some messy do, and loose strands accented her face, making her look sexier than should be possible.
Tears shimmered in her eyes, making me snap out of my funk.
I shut the water off, grabbed a towel, and wrapped it around my waist as I exited quickly. “What’s wrong? Is everything okay?”
She swiped her finger under her eye, but it didn’t stop a tear from falling. “I haven’t been able to get in contact with Lincoln since earlier. Mikey came back. Do you know if he’s okay?”
I exhaled through my nose and pulled her to me. Breathing in her scent calmed me. She smelled like maple and cinnamon.
“He’s hurt, but he’s alive. I promise. I was there with him not too long ago.”
She sniffled and wrapped her arms around my neck as she buried her face in my shoulder. “I’ve been so worried about the both of you.”
She pulled away. Her eyes grazed over me like she was inspecting me for injuries.
I cupped her face. “I’ve gotten Lincoln a small break from Mikey. I’m going to have him feed me some bad intel to lead my dad astray.”
Sloane closed her eyes, her shoulders slumped. “That’s a good idea. How long do you think you can keep that going?”
My dad had given me a day. He wouldn’t give me extra time, but I didn’t want to worry her more. “I’m doing everything I can to keep the both of you safe.”
It wasn’t enough. I was failing my mates when they needed me the most.
Another tear slid down her cheek. “You saved my mom and Willa today. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t been there.”
Nothing good, that’s for sure.
She blinked up at me. “You are still safe, right? Your dad doesn’t suspect anything?”
“We just spent the last few hours talking about our next steps, so no. I think it’s safe to say he doesn’t know about me.”
Sloane reached up and put her palm on my cheek. “Good. I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you.”
I cleared my throat and pulled away from her. I went to my dresser and pulled on a pair of boxers and some shorts before shucking my towel into the hamper in the corner.
Sloane padded after me, going to the bed. She ran her hand over the bedspread.
“It still smells like Willa.” Her nose crinkled.
I cleared my throat. “It’s from all the blood. I don’t think I’ll ever get her scent out.”
And I had tried everything, even bleach. I’d probably have to buy a new mattress.
She wrapped herself in a hug and nodded. Her gaze drifted to the bench at the window, and she shivered.
I grimaced. That was where Willa’s parents’ severed heads had been sitting only a few days ago.
“Can you tell her that I buried them down by the stream?” Or at least I’d buried the pieces of them that I had had.
Sloane licked her lips and tore her gaze away from the bench to stare at the bed. “I’m sure she will appreciate that.”
I shifted my feet. “Nothing ever happened with Willa. You know that, right?”
Her eyes widened, and she opened her mouth and shut it. “I know.”
“Good.”
