Page 53 of Fractured Memories

“I did not.” I straighten, not liking where this is going. “What were they scheduled for?”

“Building sweeps.”

The same thing I had just been arguing with Conor and Miles about. We had settled on a specific schedule that wouldn’t pull too many resources from the clinics.

Which begs the question why they would change the rotation. It had to be one of them. They are the only ones besides the four of us that could approve such a change.

Sighing, I stand. “I want three squads going to those buildings immediately. If they were cancelled, I want to know what they are trying to hide.” Not that they could hide anything from me. I know every damn thing in the city, but this is just another way the two of them are a fucking thorn in my side.

“I’ll go with them.” Jude pushes away from the table. “You want me to report to you before filing it?”

“If you find anything, tell us and no one else.”

“I’ll be back then.” Jude leaves, and I turn to Lochlan and Rohan, all traces of our playful morning gone.

Lochlan slumps in his chair. “We have to go talk to them, don’t we?”

I nod. “Let me get dressed.”

I stack a few more breakfast items on my plate and take it with me back to my room. So much for a fun morning with my wife.

These fucks always have to ruin everything.

CHAPTER 19

EDEN

Istretch across the soft bed, my body so sore that I briefly wonder what happened to me. I know there are bruises decorating my skin from the soft pain that radiates through me as I roll, but as last night comes back to me, I smile. It was so worth it.

Peeking my eyes open, I expect to find Kieran next to me. But there is no sign of soft brown waves or green eyes.

I try to ignore the ache that spreads through my chest as I sit up, noticing that I’m completely alone. There’s no light on in the bathroom, no shower running, no rustling movements. I don’t even have to call out to know he’s not here.

I shove away the feeling deep in my gut, reminding myself that I only came here for physical relief anyway. I don’t care if he’s already gone—even if I never would have expected him to act like this.

But as I turn to get out of the bed, I spot a plate on the table next to me. Fruits and pastries wait for me, along with a cup of coffee, and that makes my lips curl up.

Maybe it’s better that he isn't here. I have a lot to process, and I’m not sure I can handle him calling me wife right now. Even if I’m starting to like that word more and more in his sexy accent, like the possessive growl that always comes with it.

I pop a few pieces of fruit in my mouth and stand, glancing toward the massive windows. I’m still naked, but the view is of the mountainside. No one will be able to see me.

Since Kieran left me completely alone, I’m not going to pass up the opportunity to explore his room. I’ve never been in here before, and I’ve been curious.

Unsurprisingly, the massive bed with dark sheets takes up the center of the room. All of the furniture is a dark wood, which would make the room feel too dull if it weren’t for the entire wall of windows letting in sunlight.

He keeps everything very neat, which I expected, so there’s nothing strewn about the floor. There are a few weapons on top of his dresser, and I chuckle softly as I look at them. A few guns and knives, set in cases and ready to grab at a moment's notice.

I pause as I look at them, though, because some of them don’t look like they would belong to Kieran. One of the handguns is smaller, with a dark wood handle and gunmetal gray barrel, and two of the knives are slender and more decorated than the next. I study them, a flicker of something echoing in my chest.

Moving away from them, I step into the closet, but I don’t make it a full step inside before I freeze. I’m stunned as I stare at the perfectly organized space, the light from the windows illuminating the small room.

One wall is lined with dark clothing: shirts and pants, rows of boots. They are all similar and the only thing I’ve seen Kieran wear.

But the other side is what has me a little shaken. There are dresses, shorts, sweaters, and several slim black outfits. Boots and heels line the ground. And they all look like they are my size.

Dragging my hand over the fabric, I walk deep into the closet, taking in the different pieces here. There’s a spot where clothes have clearly been removed, and I assume those are the ones that ended up in my room.

My heart kicks into gear, and I go into the bathroom next. There are two toothbrushes, a thick brush that Kieran wouldn’t need for his waves, body soap that smells like berries and familiar. All of it tickles at something in the back of my mind, and I can’t stop myself from digging deeper.