When he shoved her again, she reacted, grabbing his arm, twisting it, and bringing the much bigger man to his knees. Only, there was no anger in her voice.
Just the one act of protecting herself the best she could in that moment. If she didn’t have to save them all, she might have let him end her.
That was how devastated she was.
And how empty.
As he stared up at her, his arm in a painful lock that the Marines showed her, ironically, she made a promise.
“I’ll get her justice,” she said, as he couldn’t move.
Honestly, no one could.
This could only go two ways, but in those scenarios, someone was getting hurt.
“I’ll get you justice too,” she offered.
When he started crying again, that second wave of mourning assaulting him, she set his arm free. It gave her no pleasure to stop him. If he thought she didn’t wish he’d just pound her into oblivion so the pain would stop, he was wrong.
Glancing over at Ethan, she said one thing.
“I will be in my office in lockdown. I have things to handle before they get here.”
By things, she meant a nap.
God.
She wanted to hide in sleep so badly.
As for her husband, Ethan knew who she was referring to, and he hoped they would find Devon.
Only, the damage was already done.
“I’m going out hunting,” she stated. Then, she laid down the mother fucking law.
Because this was still her shitshow.
“You’ll be staying here,” she stated. “All of you. If you argue, you’re fired,” she said, pointing at security. “You’ll be on the first flight back to DC, and reassigned by the President of the United States,” she said to Raphael, the Archangel. “Test me if you want to see the depths in which I’ll stoop to keep you all alive!”
Wisely, they said nothing.
Then, she looked at her husbands and laid down the line in the sand. If Ethan crossed this one, it wouldn’t end well, because she was done.
“If you argue, our marriages are over.”
BOOM.
That bomb was dropped, and the boundaries were set and with that, Elizabeth walked out, leaving Raphael to try and calm Caspian down, Ivan to stand there with his mouth hanging open, and her husbands believing that she’d meant every word she said.
Elizabeth Blackhawk was at the end of her rope.
Clearly.
This was territory they’d never seen before.
* * * The Blackhawks * * *
Three A.M.
