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“So impatient,” Emery mumbles, chasing after him.

Eli runs three flights up, and I follow him, not knowing where to go, when he stops in front of a door.

“Please, don’t kick my door.”

Eli kicks the door in, and Emery sighs, shaking her head. Addie is unconscious on the white leather couch when we walk in and Maverick is dabbing her head with something that smells strongly of Dettol. He stands as we enter the room, just in time for Eli to punch him.

Chapter 14

• Adeline •

The sting of something cold being dabbed on my head stirs me, and I wake. My head is pounding, and I clutch it, sitting up. My eyes are blurry as I squint to find two figures fighting, one hitting the other repeatedly while the other holds his hands up. There’s a feminine shriek that I recognize as Emery’s voice.

“Eli, stop, please!” I hear her say to him.

My vision slowly clears to find a naked Eli hitting his father, who is bleeding from his nose, turning his white shirt red, his eyebrow cut open, and blood trickling from his lips. Eli shoves him, letting him go, and Maverick stumbles backward before wiping his lip on the back of his hand.

Cyrus grabs my face between his hands, examining me while I just stare back like an imbecile, trying to figure out where I am and what is going on. Cyrus bites his wrist, bringing it to my lips, and I lick it.

“Keep going. You have a nasty gash on your head,” he says.

I clutch his wrist, his blood flooding my mouth. I feel the pounding in my head lessen, then it disappears completely. I let his wrist go and see Maverick and Eli standing there staring at each other, Emery standing between them.

“See? She is fine. You should be thanking me, not hitting me,” Maverick tells him.

Eli growls at him but turns around to look at me. Maverick limps off toward the hall, and Eli comes over to me.

“Well, I need clothes. Be back in a second,” Emery says

Cyrus turns his head to the side, his face nearly touching my breasts, and I yawn, exhausted and dead on my feet.

“Baby is fine,” Cyrus whispers before Eli grabs my face.

“Did my father hurt you?” he asks.

I shake my head. “No, he saved me.”

Maverick comes back out, tossing a pair of shorts at Eli.

“Coffee?” he asks.

I nod before watching him walk off toward the kitchen.

Peering around, I find the place quite cozy and feminine, so I know it has to be Emery’s. There are vases of flowers on every cupboard, and I’m sitting on a white leather couch with a light-blue rug on the floor at my feet.

“Stay for the night. Just pick one of the spare rooms,” Emery says, coming out into the living room with a dressing gown on.

“I’m not staying here with him,” Eli snaps at her.

“Yeah, and where do you plan on going, Eli? Suck it up for your mate. She is pregnant and tired. You’re staying, or do you want her out there with Sam watching?”

“We can stay the night and figure out our next move tomorrow,” Cyrus says, pinching the bridge of his nose just as Maverick walks over with a tray of coffee.

I reach for a cup when Eli grabs my wrist, picking up the cup and sniffing it and taking a sip.

“Really? You think I’d poison my own grandchild?” Maverick asks.

“Nothing surprises me when it comes to you,” Eli growls at him before handing the cup to me.