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This trembling, choked silence.
This was terrifying.
Movement came from the hallway. Like the deadly killer he was, Carven was silent as he stopped in the doorway, watching us.
“Nothing will ever happen to me,” I whispered, holding Carven’s stare. “Because you won’t let it.”
FORTY
Vivienne
London flicked a dangerous stare toward the doorway. Carven paced the grimy workshop, past a chair that looked like it was bolted to the floor, treading all over the fresh blood splatter beading in the inch-thick dust.
I tried not to look, remembering the blood splatter on London’s crisp white shirt this morning. What I didn’t know couldn’t come for me, right? I winced and looked away. Not in our house.
Colt stood in the shadows, trying his best to leash the beast, watching me as he inhaled deep, sawing breaths. But it was Guild who jerked his gaze to London and snapped, “This is taking too long, London. They should be here by now…where the fuck are they?”
That wasn’t like him.
Not even in the slightest.
The tension was a hard, throbbing lump in the middle of my chest.
I brushed my hand across my belly, London’s warning blazing in my mind. Ryth is tired…Ryth is…tired.
What if…what if Ryth didn’t want to see me? What if she really was as fragile as London said? This could be dangerous…for her and her baby.
I jerked my gaze at London as he scowled. All it’d take would be the stress of this and she could go into early labor. Worse, she could collapse.
I couldn’t let that happen…not even to see her again. It was just…too much.
“Call it off.” I shook my head. “It’s too dangerous. Call it all off, London.”
He jerked a glare my way and opened his mouth to speak.
Beep.
But the message on his phone's screen stopped him as he snatched it up. “It’s too late, they’re here,” he muttered, then looked toward the door.
The handle turned, then the door was pushed in. Dark eyes, savage glares, as three massive men strode through the door into the warehouse. They scanned every inch of the open space, drifted over Carven and Colt, then London, before settling on me.
I barely recognized them.
They were harder, colder. Even Nick, who’d always been kinder, was stony as he strode through the door. Caleb followed and nodded to London. “St. James,” he acknowledged.
Then a small…shrunken figure stepped through. Her belly was the first thing I saw. Then her eyes, her dark, sunken eyes and a haunted stare that seemed to pass right over me as though I wasn’t even there…
I flinched, fighting to swallow past that hard lump in the back of my throat.
Then rage walked in.
In the form of Tobias Banks.
His top lip curled as his gaze settled on Carven, then whipped my way. A shudder tore through me. He’d been a bully before, but now he looked downright terrifying. How the hell did Ryth survive him, let alone the three of them? But there was a warning in his stare and a desperate pleading as he shifted his focus to the woman in front of him…my sister. His gaze softened instantly, turning to desire.
So that’s how.
He looked at her the same way London and the sons looked at me. Maybe we had more in common than I’d realized. She looked around the warehouse, cringing.
