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Twenty-Three
Felix
After the phone call from Jordan I was shaken. His voice was deep and worried and that was enough to ignite my own panic.
Tori and Warren cleaned up and threw on clothes, meeting me in the living room. We should have been soaking in our post-bonding haze. Not rushing back to her likely ransacked apartment.
The drive was tense as Warren navigated his pickup to the other side of town. Easton was waiting in the parking lot and I shot him a look, a silent warning to not be a dick.
After I’d yelled at him on the phone and he’d actually let my words hit him, I hoped he’d turn things around.
“You didn’t give your key away, did you?” Easton asked her. His voice was tight but not overly aggressive.
She blinked at him and shook her head.
“No, I just have mine,” she promised, holding up her keyring. “I didn’t even give them one.”
He ran a hand over his face and gave her a guarded look.
“I’m sorry.”
I had no clue what he was apologizing for but she gave us a helpless look and followed him when he quickly turned away and started walking inside.
When he walked inside her apartment I thought we’d find it in shambles. Instead, it looked the same as we’d left it.
“Wait, what?” she asked, turning around in a circle as she tried to see what the issue was.
“Here,” Jordan said, his face grim as he walked inside. He sat a laptop down. A security video was already queued up and he hit play.
It was a view of her front door. A man pushed open the door and worked the key out of the lock, tucking it in his pocket, and closing the door behind him. When he was inside he pulled his hat down a bit further and avoided every one of the cameras in the room.
He walked slowly through, a slight swagger in his step. The man was obviously comfortable in her place. Far too comfortable.
His fingers ghosted over her personal things, her couch, then he disappeared into the bedroom.
Jordan switched feeds and we watched him walk into her bedroom and head straight for her dresser. He plucked a pair of lacy panties from it and tucked it into his pocket before walking back out.
The entire thing was short but precise. He knew we were fucking watching him and was putting on a show.
“I’m going to be sick,” Tori groaned, rushing toward the bathroom with Warren on her heels.
Jordan closed his laptop and moved closer to me, his hand brushing over mine.
“Are you okay?”
“It wasn’t my apartment,” I reminded him, though I was anything but alright. Her mystery stalker had crossed so many lines at this point, I only wanted her out of this fucking house.
“Easton went for new locks again and I know it’s not yours. But I’m not okay, so I figured you wouldn’t be, either.”
“Sorry, snark takes over when I’m stressed.”
He tugged me in and I melted into his touch. The scent of spiced pears and bourbon tickled at my nose but my entire body relaxed into the embrace.
His lips ghosted over my ear.
“I won’t rest until you’re both safe,” he promised. “You’re just as precious to me as she is, Felix.”
My heart clenched in my chest. I hadn’t realized how much I wanted to hear him claim me.
