Page 64 of The Woman with the Warning

Or so I thought.

There must have been a scout positioned somewhere, though, hidden in the bushes or sitting in a car.

Because by the time we were pulling down my street, Warren and his men were peeling off.

A part of me wanted to tell Milo to go after them, to pull up beside them, and shoot the motherfuckers right through the window, to end this once and for all.

But this wasn’t about revenge.

Not yet.

This was about Claire and Judah.

Milo barely slowed the car down before I was throwing open the door and rushing out, making my way up the front yard, seeing my man in the grass.

“I’ve got him,” Milo said, coming running up behind me. “Go find them.”

I felt a stab of guilt for not even checking to see if my man was still breathing, but I fought it back as I saw the kicked-in front door, knowing Claire and Judah were in there somewhere.

Two steps in the door, I felt my anxiety intensify as I heard it.

Judah screaming and crying.

If Claire was with him, why was he crying like that?

I took the stairs two at a time, my stomach at my feet, as I considered a reality I hadn’t before.

That she hadn’t gotten in that room with him. Admittedly, a tight fit. But it could have been done.

Why wouldn’t she have?

I knew the answer immediately, though.

Because it was what I would have done as well.

Gotten her and Judah safe, then rushed out to divert the threat away from them.

But it was just Claire.

Against the man who’d tormented her for years.

And his men.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Was she hurt? Why, when they were gone, hadn’t she run to comfort Judah?

My heart lodged even further up my throat until I felt like I was choking on it until, finally, I got to the top of the stairs.

And there she was.

Injured.

There were bruises starting to form on her cheek and jaw, and there was dried blood on her lips.

But alive.

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