“It’s just . . . I still see them.”
“I know, sweetheart, but I am here. I won’t allow any nightmares to disturb you.”
I suppress a smile. He’s so cocky, only he can think he can keep her nightmares at bay.
***
I hop in the car with Hayden. “So, what’s the plan?”
“I’m not leaving anymore.”
“All this for nothing, then?”
I keep my mouth shut.
“Not judging you here. The things I did to get what I wanted, Satan himself would pat me on my shoulder and step back after.”
That shuts me up, and when we reach the house, I shiver.
“Everything is cleaned up.”
I nod, the images running through my head knotting my stomach.
I climb out of the Jeep.
“I am just one call away.”
“Why would you help me?”
“My sister loves you, and I also like rooting for the underdogs.”
I chuckle and find Cato on the phone, pacing around the meadow.
“Get me the fucking meeting or I’m busting through their fucking doors.”
I rush past him, past the house, toward a meadow farther away, and plop on my back. When I lift my chin, Cameron is in front of me.
“It was his meeting you got a call for.”
Cameron takes a seat next to me.
“It was.”
My heart constricts. “It sounds dangerous.”
“It is.”
The sun dries my tears and I notice a bandage on his hand. I point at it, and he says, “An oath.”
I don’t even know if I want to hear it, but I need to.
“For what?”
“He made sure you got what you bargained for.”
“He did this for me?”
“What he wouldn’t do for you . . .”