“He just needs...” she trails off.
I’m not sure any of us really know what he needs right now.
“I’m going to go shower too,” JD says as I begin searching the refrigerator for food.
It’s not until we’re alone that Alana speaks again.
“Didn’t quite go to plan, huh?”
“No, not really. Not sure I was expecting anything else though. Trapping Victor is going to be like nailing down Jell-O.”
“I guess,” she muses.
When I glance over, she’s chewing on a nail.
“Go on,” I encourage.
“I’m just… Do you think we made a mistake? They know we’re alive and after them now.”
“It was only a matter of time before that happened. We couldn’t stay dead forever, not when we have a mission to complete.”
“I guess. Are we… are we… safe now?”
“As safe as we can be without jumping on a plane and fucking off to Australia.”
“But if they come for us here?”
“My security system is the best out there.” She raises a brow. “We’ve made some improvements since Mav, and turned everything on. I was being complacent back then, thinking no one could touch us. Things are very different now. In fact…” I stalk out of the room, and it’s not until I turn the corner that I feel the loss of her burning stare.
Inside my office, I make quick work of locating two cell phones that have all new tech on to keep them safe.
“Here you go?” I offer when I get back.
“A cell? I’m allowed a cell?”
I freeze. “Pet, I’d give you everything if I could. Of course you’re allowed it. It’s been upgraded. It’s untrackable, but most importantly, it has all the security installed, so if anything gets triggered, you’ll know the second I do.”
“Right,” she mutters, staring down at it in confusion. “I’m not sure I want to know that they’re coming for us.”
“We won’t win if we’re not prepared.”
15
JD
Pulling my bedroom door open, I stare at the one I assume Mav is still hiding behind.
Concern knots up my stomach and before I know what I’m doing, I’ve knocked lightly on the door and cracked it open.
I quickly discover my uneasiness was warranted.
Mav is sitting on the end of the bed with his elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.
Fuck.
It’s a reminder just how fucking awful grief is, even if you despise the fucker who’s dead. It still has the power to fuck us over.
Silently, I move across the room and take a seat next to him.