Page 30 of Full of Wrath

“That’s not the brother I’m asking about, and you know it.”

I’m sure my cheeks are the same color as Sadie’s now.

“You little sluts,” Neve jokes, “banging my brothers while my life is in danger.”

“Okay, rabbit.” I remind Neve of the nickname Fennec called her.

“Oh my God! Does he call you that because you kind of look like Jessica Rabbit with your hair and eyes and stuff?”

Neve opens her mouth but closes it again. “Yeah, Jessica Rabbit.”

I shoulder bump Sadie, “He calls her rabbit because foxes like to eat rabbits, girl.”

“Oh shit!” All three of us break down laughing as we finish making dinner. Then the alarms go off again.

“Room.”

Memphis doesn’t even have to say it loudly before I am leading the girls to the war room while the boys take up places to better protect us. My heart thumps against my rib cage and my mind is swirling with all sorts of worst-case scenarios that can happen. I’m not even worried about me anymore. Now, my thoughts are just filled with Memphis and whether or not he’s safe.

I’m working myself up to a real panic when the door opens and I see Memphis. I run to him without thought, without concern for who might be looking or who cares, without hesitation. He wraps me in his arms, and I can’t stop myself from clinging to him.

“It’s okay, baby.” He pulls back enough so I can look into his eyes. “You know I wouldn’t let anything hurt you. You don’t have to be afraid.”

“I’m not afraid for me, silly. I was afraid for you.”

His eyes change as he cups the back of my head.

“You were worried about me?”

I nod and look right at him, unafraid to show him the unshed tears gathering in my eyes.

“Oh, baby.” His mouth lands on mine, and I sink into his kiss before a throat clears.

I raise my head and come face to face with the same green eyes I have.

Oh my God! My brother is here.

“What the hell…?”

“What the hell to you too, sis. You gonna introduce us or you gonna keep eating his face?”

“Danny!” This cannot be happening. “What are you doing here?”

“Rachel told me about what happened to your apartment. Well, she told her sister and her sister told me.” He scoots over to let a small blonde woman come to stand beside him. "This is Ari, by the way."

“Hi. How ya doing?”

Her voice sounds oddly familiar.

“Hi.” It’s weak at best, but I’m a little unsteady…and still in Memphis’s arms.

“You sound just like her. Rachel, your sister.”

Wait! Does Memphis know this girl? How exactly?

"Lots of people say that." She gives him a big smile, but her eyes go back to my brother.

I turn Memphis’s face back to my own but before I can ask any questions, he’s answering me, “Rachel’s with dispatch. She’s the one who took the call about your apartment and the shootings. This must be her younger sister. She talks about you all the time.”