Page 95 of Knot Your Pawn

“I’m sorry.” She reaches out, putting her hand on mine, surrounding me in dark rose pheromones, trying to soothe me.

“Have you ever been back to the place that Erika and the pack rescued you from?”

That seems to make her think for a moment, waking her up some. “I’m pretty sure that’s impossible. The building was demolished not long after.”

“Well, that’s my plan too. Take the building down and put something better in its place.”

That way, nobody has to be reminded of what used to go on in that place. But also, it might help the rest of the neighbourhood get out of the clutches of the Hearts. Brothels isn’t the only thing they’ve got their fingers in.

They’ve got plenty of other types of businesses that they meddle with.

My hope is that, if we take the brothel down, it might loosen their grip on the area enough to help other people escape from them too. Or, at least, help them build up enough of their own business to create an escape plan.

Riley smiles, nodding. “That’s a nice idea.”

“It’s not really my area of expertise, but I’m sure I know people with connections to make it happen.”

And it might not be a bad idea to set up a charity to help out disadvantaged neighbourhoods. It would also be a good cover if we take more parts of the Hearts down and need to rebuild other places.

The positive media coverage won’t hurt either.

“Anyway, you should really try to get some rest.” Riley stands up, putting her hand on my shoulder. “Erika and the rest will be arriving in a few hours. I don’t think you’ll want to meet them all wrung out. Right?”

I stare up at her. She’s right. I really should get some sleep, but when I close my eyes, I’m back to being a teenager, caught in that building.

Reliving my memories over and over, all night long. I thought I’d escaped the nightmares, I thought they were finally gone, but they’ve been returning lately.

Not when I take naps during the day, when it’s still busy around us, when there are plenty of people around, but at night, when everything is quiet.

“Would you prefer to sleep in the nest? Would that feel safer?” Her pheromones fill with concern.

I shake my head. The nest is too quiet, much too quiet.

“Would you like to sleep in here? Or in the living room? I’ll stay with you the whole time.”

Before I can answer, she pulls on my arm, smiling brightly. “I’ve got a better idea. Come on.” She seems so excited and I don’t have the energy to fight her, so I let her pull me along.

She darts into the living room, grabs a couple of blankets from the couch, and then opens the door to the deck. She pulls the pillows from the lounge chairs and puts them side by side, stacking a couple of them on top of each other so it’s almost a bed.

Then she drops the blankets on top of them, before turning to me and taking my hands.

“This isn’t a closed-off space. And out here, you can hear your people as they patrol and run around to get things ready for the raid. It’s not as quiet. Try it. Close your eyes.”

I close my eyes, ignoring the way my heart is beating in my chest, and then realise she’s right. Out here, there’s enough background noise to not feel alone, to not feel locked-up.

“Thanks.” I look at her. “Thanks so much.”

She flashes me a grin. “Now, let’s get under the covers and maybe you’ll finally get some sleep.” She drags me to the makeshift bed and pulls enough blankets aside so I can get in. Then she slides in with me and covers us.

Even though I didn’t expect it, it doesn’t take me long to fall asleep.

A sleep without nightmares or dreams, but a restful sleep all the same.

10

Vera

“Let’s see if this fits you.” Riley pulls another shirt from the shelves.