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“Paige, take Brennan,” Oscar says.
I can barely make out movement in the room. “Keen, give me your hand.” I turn to face my son, but my eyes narrow and it takes a moment for me to realize the seat where my son was is now empty. My hearts races and a sharp ache hits me in the stomach. “Shit,” I blow out as a wave of pain washes over me.
“Will, are you okay?” Angel asks. “Is it the baby?”
My mouth goes dry while people move around me, the touch of a hand on my shoulder and her voice by my side lets me know she’s there for me. “Do you think it’s the baby coming?”
I clear my throat. “I don’t know. Can we get some lights on? Keen isn’t in his chair.”
“Keen, get the fuck on your seat until the lights come on, otherwise I’m going to kick your ass.” Finn’s sharp voice cuts through the children’s noise but the seat remains empty.
“Prince?” Finn questions next, but his son doesn’t respond. “Great, little shits are probably playing hide and seek again,” he huffs.
“Oscar, watch the room and contact Bren and Con. Finn, you locate Keen and Prince, and I’ll figure out what’s wrong with the lights,” Cal instructs.
“I think it’s best if I go and find Bren and Con.” Oscar asserts himself.
Cal’s deep sigh fills the room. “Oscar, it’s not a discussion.”
Another surge of pain rolls through me. “Oh God.” I cling to the dining table, but then a soft hand grazes my fingers.
“It’s okay, sweetheart. I’m here.” Cyn’s soft voice helps ease the anxiety creeping over me as she slides her warm hand into mine for comfort. Her touch anchors me through the pain, and I slowly breathe out through my nostrils, knowing it’s only the beginning...
ChapterFourteen
Con
Bren strikes me again, and the pain lances through my jaw and into my head. “Okay, okay.” I splutter, hoping he hasn’t knocked a tooth out.
My brother eases off me, then lifts me to my feet by the scruff of my shirt.
The lights flicker as our eyes narrow on one another. Bren releases me, and I work my jaw from side to side. I smile, knowing my brother took it easy on me. Many a time I’ve witnessed Bren break someone’s jaw with one punch, but he’s never done that to me, no matter how many times he’s hit me.
Darkness surrounds us, and I jolt with the awareness I can’t see a damn thing.
I hear Bren pull his gun from behind his back, and I bend down to grab mine from my ankle strap.
“You have a generator?”
“Yeah, in the garage.” I drag a hand through my hair, knowing my brother will be pissed. “Isn’t rigged up. Unhooked it for the Christmas lights.”
Bren hisses through his teeth, and I wince, knowing I fucked up. “Any ideas why the lights went off?”
“Probably tripped the fucking fuse,” I admit.
“Probably,” he replies, but the uncertainty is clear in his voice.
“You check on the family. I’ll try and figure out the lights.” Bren’s commanding tone leaves no room for argument.
“Got it.”
Then I turn my back and move toward the stairs. “Con?”
I freeze at my brother’s voice. “Yeah?”
“How the fuck do I get out of this mega mansion of yours?”
I choke on a laugh. “Straight down the stairs, turn right, then follow the corridor to the front door.”
