My eyes stung.
It had been terrifying earlier, but lying here, tucked into the man who had slammed himself between me and danger without a second thought, was what I needed.
Prime would do anything to keep me safe.
Anything.
His steady breathing rumbled against my cheek, deep and grounding.I let my eyes fall shut.
And this time, when sleep pulled me under, I didn’t fight it.I let myself drift in the safety of his arms.
Chapter Seven
Prime
Shay was scared.
Not crying or shaking scared, but scared in a way that could change her.The kind of fear that made people go quiet, still, and inward.
I didn’t like that.
Fear could be controlled.
Muted.
Redirected.
Silence?Silence meant she was trying to carry it alone.
Not happening.
“Stay close,” I told her as we headed toward the main room.
“I’m glued to you,” she muttered.
“Good.”
She didn’t argue.
The second we stepped inside, the club shifted.Every man in that room was already on edge from the psycho sighting.
Pearl saw us first.She was standing by the coffee pot, and her face softened when she saw Shay.
“You okay?”she asked as we walked up to her.
Shay nodded.“Uh, I think so.”
Pearl reached out and squeezed her shoulder gently.“We’ve got you.”
Anchor came down the hallway at that exact moment, phone in hand, and looked like he’d barely slept.His gaze tracked the room once and landed back on us.
“Perimeter sweep?”he asked.
“Skull called me five minutes ago.He, Vin, and Wannabe are making a loop now,” I said.“No fresh tracks from what I’ve heard so far.”
“I had Lost check all of the other windows of the clubhouse this morning.Nothing seemed disturbed.This guy knew exactly where Shay was.”
“Jesus Christ,” I muttered.I had figured this guy knew he was knocking on Shay’s window, but I had half hoped he had just gone around to every window until he found her.No such luck.
