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“We’re going to do a sweep,” Carven spoke into his headset. “We’ll meet you at the entrance.”
He stepped closer, grasped my chin, and forced my gaze away from the entrance of that room to him. “We need to check the rest of the building. You with me, baby?”
I dragged myself away from that hell and gave a nod.
“Got your gun?”
I nodded again.
“Good. Let go.”
I didn’t think I’d be able to move, but Carven sheathed his knife, then grabbed my hand and pulled me with him. I looked over my shoulder as we left. “Who,” I whispered. “Who is it?”
He just shook his head and adjusted his goggles, turning his attention to the hallways. He released my hand and headed back to the double doors. Red lights flared green before we pushed through. We moved faster this time, sweeping through one section as we moved to where the rooms were.
Not rooms.
Cells.
Because this was a prison.
My hand trembled, but I still gripped the gun, aiming it at the doors when Carven pressed the card against the scanner and the locks opened again. My heart was booming, filling my head as I waited for the onslaught of guards that’d come any moment now…
Any damn moment.
But as we passed through one set of doors to the wing where the bedrooms were, I felt it. The hollowness. “Carven,” I whispered. “Something’s wrong here. Something’s really…really wrong.”
The first door to the bedrooms was open up ahead. I shifted my focus to the next, then the next, and I saw the same…they were all open.
“We’re here,” Harper’s faint voice came through the headset as Carven stopped at the open door to the first bedroom.
Carven scowled and glanced ahead to the rest of the rooms. He wanted to keep searching, to find out why the fuck there were no guards and no Daughters, but he muttered instead. “Come on, Wildcat. Stay with me here.”
We headed back to the side entrance and opened the door for Harper and Guild, and finally London to step inside. I caught a shake of Carven’s head as he glanced at the others. But whatever silent conversation they had, it didn’t involve me.
“The bedrooms are open,” Carven said finally. “There’s no one here as far as we can tell.”
“We need to do a complete sweep.” Harper glanced at the hallway. “Guild and I will take north and west. London, you have south. You keep pushing along the east wing, checking the rest of the bedrooms. Signal if you make contact.”
Carven nodded and glanced my way. “You ready, Wildcat?”
Anger burned inside me. The moment he moved, I lashed out and grabbed his arm. “Hey!”
He shifted his gaze to me.
And in an instant, that fire in me died, buried under the weight of the horror of this place. “Don’t shut me out,” I hissed. “I need to know what’s going on. Who the fuck is down there?”
Even in the darkness, I caught his flinch. The others left us behind as they spread out. London was the last to leave, glancing at Carven, then me over his shoulder.
“You trust me, right?” The son slid his arm around me and pulled me close. “You trust I’d kill for you. That I’d protect you any way I could.”
The image of him and Colt rushing into that room in Macoy Daniels’ house filled me. “Yes.”
“Then I need you to trust me now, Wildcat. I need you to understand that this is me protecting you. Can you do that right now? Can you put your faith in me?”
He pushed the night vision goggles from his head. Those blue eyes looked black in the darkness. “Baby?”
“Yes,” I answered. “Yes, I can trust you.”
