“You want us involved?”
I finally looked at him.
At my friend.
My brother, really.
Trigger’s expression had gone completely serious now.
No jokes.
No teasing.
Just Ranger.
Ready.
I looked back toward Felicity, standing beside Michael, with fear still shadowing her face.
“Already are.”
6
FELICITY
Ihadn’t realized how exhausted I was until someone stopped asking me to survive alone.
That was the dangerous thing about Hersh.
Not Blaze.
Not the respected Ranger standing inside the Last Stand Tavern while everyone around him quietly followed his lead, treating me like I was his responsibility.
Hersh.
He made me remember what safe used to feel like.
And after seventeen months of constantly looking over my shoulder?
That feeling was almost enough to break me.
Michael stood beside the bar asking questions about the house, but my focus kept drifting toward Hersh.
Toward the way he watched everything.
The windows.
The doors.
The people inside the tavern.
Me.
Especially me.
Like he still couldn’t quite believe I was standing here.
Truthfully?
