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I shudder. “Same.”
“Let’s go, team,” Hunter calls, shaking us back to reality.
I swat a few stomach butterflies and keep moving.
Hormones.
My reactions are just hormones.
Now that Orion has my hand, he keeps it as we cross the compound. It’s split into clearer areas than the OCC’s campus, with walls and razor wire marking zones to avoid.
I have zero plans to explore.
I’m just here to hide.
We collect a few curious looks, but anyone in Wyvern gear who spots my escort salutes, flinches, or whips the hell around and jogs in the opposite direction.
Finn licks his lips. “They’ve missed us.”
Jett nods. “No one will bother Lilah.”
After a lifetime of experience, I’m gonna hit the doubt button on that, but I’m glad the guys inspire so much fear.
They make a great shield.
Hunter takes us to a block of clustered residences with a courtyard in the middle. He swipes us in, then leads into an elevator.
It goes down until my ears pop.
When the bell dings, Hunter waves us out. “Floor seventeen’s all yours, Killer.”
I’m expecting a bunker. Like steel walls, exposed pipes, and buckets of emergency rations.
So when Hunter opens another set of doors with a retinal scan, my jaw hits the softly carpeted floor.
We walk into a sunken living room decorated from a home show. It has a huge cloud of a sectional sofa, fuzzy rugs, and blankets and pillows by the basketful. Everything’s gold and white and so comfy cozy, I have to bite back a gleeful omega moan.
No windows.
Instead, ceiling-mounted light strips beam out soft, mock sunlight.
I’ve never felt so at home.
Anywhere.
Ever.
The living room opens to a huge marble kitchen with god-tier appliances and a cute breakfast nook. I have to remind myself it’s just a hideout and not my dream home.
“There’s a nest and a ton of empty bedrooms,” Hunter says. “Take whichever you like. We’re having your stuff shipped.”
“Send mine too.” Orion gives my hand a last squeeze before letting it free. “I’m grabbing a room. You mind?”
“Go ahead.” I don’t plan to be here that long, so if anything, I’m the one who should be asking him to borrow a bed.
The Wyverns post up in the living room while I creep around.
There’s one long hallway that pulls me like I’m being summoned—basically a tunnel, only it’s carpeted with the softest fabric that’s ever touched my feet.
