“I don’t want to know.”
He winked at her.
“I mean, my offer to take off of work for a few days to hide out here with me at the FBI building is still open if you change your mind. We can come get you, and transport you right into my waiting hands, my pretty,” he joked.
She sighed.
“Cas, I wish I could. Only, I have a job here. It might not be as exciting as yours, but it matters to me. I don’t want to bail on it. The people here need me.”
He understood.
“I’m just mentioning it being still available, but I will say that if you suspect you’re being followed, or that this asshole is onto us being a couple, I’m pulling rank, Rayna. Sorry, but he’ll hurt you to get to me, to get to Elizabeth. He needs intel on where she is, and isn’t above torture.”
She reassured him.
“If I think I’m in danger, I’ll call you. I promise.”
That helped him relax.
Her not being seen with them was the one thing they had to keep her safe.
“Anyway, my dad said that one of Elizabeth’s Marines died. I’m sorry. Can you tell her that for me?”
He nodded.
“I will. Jet was a good guy. We’re all shook up about this. He died in front of us.”
She was curious.
Since he brought it up, she ran with it.
“Is that how your face got all scratched up, or did you get into a fight with a cat?” she asked.
He touched his cheek, and saw himself on the video call, and she wasn’t exaggerating.
He.
Was.
A.
Mess.
“He was shot in the head while driving us to the White House. The car went out of control. This is the glass from the windows blowing in as we rolled.”
She looked scared.
“Oh, shit. Caspian!”
He reassured her.
“Hey, I’m good, Rayna. I'm fucking hard to kill. We’re scraped up, but good. Jet was the only one who died,” he admitted.
“I don’t like this, Cas. I’m scared.”
Yeah, and that’s why he didn’t tell her about how close it had really been, and how the Russian spy nearly popped them both in the noggin.
That near-death experience made him want to do one thing, and one thing only.
