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Clay studied him for a moment. “So that’s what was eating at you even then. You were hung up on her…and she disappeared to hide her sister.”
He’d had enough talk for one day. He shoved away from the table and stalked out of the room. His boots thumped harder with every step that carried him to the garage.
When he threw open the door, he headed straight for the wall of his grandpa’s tools. They were old, some ancient enough to belong in a museum, but they still served their purpose. He grabbed a crowbar and a sledgehammer and headed back inside.
When he reached the study, he dropped the sledgehammer and walked right up to the far wall. Without a second’s hesitation, he stuck the claw end of the crowbar into the molding on one window and pried it off. The cheap, old wood gave a satisfying crack. He did it again and again until he had one window cleared. Then he moved to the next.
Damn, his teammates were nosy bastards. But they did have Dove and Rain’s safety at heart.
This frustration level inside him wasn’t easing up. Actually, his chest grew tighter. Maybe he’d been running in panic mode for so long that he missed the adrenaline high.
Jamming the tool into a crack where two sheets of the ugly wood paneling met, he gave it a yank at the same time he issued a roar. The sheet cracked at an angle, and Quaide gave it a hard yank to rip it entirely off the wall.
It hit the floor with a loud crash, and he lunged forward to attack again.
Hewouldn’tgo back on his word to Dove.
Losing control of the when and how left him feeling weak. But he would give up his own life ten times over to keep her safe.
* * * * *
The crashes echoing through the house drew Dove down the stairs. The noise of demolition tugged her past the dining room, and she paused to poke her head in.
Three members of Sentry were standing in the middle of the room, looking up at the flatscreen that had been mounted on the wall since she was last in here.
They all swung their attention to her.
“He’s in a funk?” she asked them.
“I’d call it taking out some aggression,” Julius drawled.
“He’s in the study,” Clay added.
She glanced up at the screen and bile rocketed up her throat.
The image was a closeup of Dom’s boot. On the sole Rain’s handwriting spelled her name. The letters were scuffed in places but Dove would know the little up-flick on theRanywhere. Her sister had a way of exaggerating it.
Clay saw what she was staring at and pressed the remote in his hand, blacking out the screen.
“I’ll just…go see what Quaide’s doing.” She rushed away from the room, her stomach heaving with the image she now couldn’t unsee.
A muffled grunt coming from the study made her walk faster. The study door was partially closed and particles of dust hung in the air. The floor was covered in chunks of wood paneling and molding Quaide had ripped off the walls.
Putting out a hand, she pressed the door open and stepped inside. Quaide was standing by the bookcase, examining his hand. Blood ran down to his wrist.
“Quaide!”
He jerked his head up, and her heart flexed at the emotion she saw on his handsome face.
She rushed to him. “You’re cut. What happened?”
“I should be wearing gloves.”
“There’s a lot of things you should have done before ripping the place apart. Like clearing out the room first. Let me see your hand.” She wrapped her fingers lightly around his wrist and drew his hand closer to examine it.
His warm skin and the hardness of bone in her grasp pulsed with life. Blood trickled from a cut below his pinky.
“A piece of paneling caught my hand as I tore it down.” He hovered over her, staring down at her with so much intensity that her skin rippled with it.
