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But not for them.

Drawers closed in the bedroom. I hurried drying once more, but by the time I stepped into the bedroom, he was gone. I grabbed underwear, then pulled on jeans and a t-shirt before socks and my boots. There was something wrong with this. Very wrong.

I headed downstairs, meeting Kane and Thomas in the entrance as Hunter came from the rear of the house with a duffel bag over his shoulder.

The zipper was open, black steel shone from inside. I knew an arsenal when I saw one. “Expecting trouble?

“Always,” Hunter answered, and headed out.

This was strange. I glared at Riven, but he didn’t stay, just headed out after his brother, leaving the rest of us to follow.

“What the hell is going on?” I hissed to Kane.

He stared straight ahead and muttered. “Who the hell knows.”

It looked like I wasn’t the only one left clueless.

We walked out, climbed into Hunter’s Hummer, and yanked the doors closed. My stomach clenched as we left the safety of the compound. Behind these walls, we were safe and the outside world, with all the terror waiting for us, ceased to exist. But I knew more than anyone that the outside world was hunting us and it was only a matter of time before it found exactly where we were.

Kane reached across the seat and grasped my hand. The smile he gave me was quick and careful. I wanted to smile back at him, but I couldn’t, not until I knew what we were dealing with.

Stay with me or Hunter, okay?

Riven was expecting trouble. They both were.

But if it was that dangerous, then why meet at all?

I pushed my spine against the seat, my thoughts returning to my sisters.

That’s why we’d meet.

For them.

In the weeks since the attack at Coulter’s mansion, Vivienne had returned home. She was due to give birth any day now. London and the sons were beside themselves with worry, watching her every second of the day and night. We were racing her body, desperate to find where Hale and that fucking bitch Melody hid behind the rest of the Order’s Sons, to destroy them before my niece and nephew were born into this world.

They deserved a world where they were safe.

A world where they knew nothing but love.

Not this world…not yet, at least.

“Turn here.” Hunter said, drawing my focus.

One glance along the street filled with razor-wire-topped fences, casually lurking armed guards, and massive dogs, and I knew instantly where we were. It was the same compound where they’d brought the other Daughters the day we were taken from the Order.

Hunter’s men lived here. They trained and hunted, scouring the dark web for men like Haelstrom Hale so we could take them out one by one when the Order fell. It was falling now, but with Hale gone, there was no coming back of the Order…the old one or the new.

Headlights splashed along the steel gate. It slowly rolled open. We headed into the compound, but before we could even get out of the four-wheel drive, Ollie, Hunter’s new second-in-command, strode out with a phone in his hand.

“The meeting’s been moved.” He said, handing the phone through the window.

“What the fuck do you mean, moved?” Riven snapped.

“Exactly what he says.” Came the careful male voice on the other end of the line. “Now drive.”

Riven jerked his gaze down to the cell in his hand. The car was silent. Not even a breath…from me, at least.

Daughter?

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