AllFreeNovel
Share Us
And if I keep watching, I keep hoping I’ll catch a glimpse of my JJ.
Jett straightens, drying his long fingers on a dish towel. “They knew you were going to be drugged.”
Shit. “Is the Patrick Pack working with the Redfangs?”
“Unlikely,” Jett says. “They’re the ones who hired us to assassinate Erik Redfang. Dominik knows and wants them dead.”
“So Rachel and Noelle just want to screw with me and they’re not above calling in the underworld.” I shouldn’t be surprised, but I am.
Because why bother? I’m not a threat.
They’d never have to see me again if they stopped coming at me just because they can.
Busy scrubbing the bacon pan, Atlas rumbles. “Noelle’s being brought in for questioning today.”
Hunter nods. “Plus our guys pulled her prints off your station. She’s fucked.”
“Pays to know the chief.”
“He owes us some favors,” Atlas says, still scrubbing.
I hope that when I crack this whole Redfang thing open, the Wyverns owe me some favors too. “Do you have the Redfangs’ financials?”
Hunter rubs his thick neck. “Bunch of files from Dom’s island and the other sites we’ve hit. Teams have been sifting through the paper trail.”
“Let me see.”
“J, when’s your appointment?” Hunter asks.
“Afternoon.”
“Good. Bring Lilah into the office and grab everything. At, you going to class?”
“After this.” Atlas scrubs that pan the same single-minded focus he’d use to clean a rifle. “Be back tonight.”
“Then, Finn, Orion, help move the rest of Lilah’s boxes. And unpack the liquor. I have a meeting with the dads.”
“How many boxes?” My voice lifts. “I’m not doing that hoarder thing again. Not in here.” Not in my perfect, cozy cave home that I only get to enjoy for a limited time.
“I got you.” Orion rubs my ear. “It’ll be out of sight before you get back.” His gesture’s so familiar, I don’t react until he’s already out of the kitchen, dragging Finn to work.
Then I have to ball my fists to keep my fingertips from shaking. I’m getting too used to their casual touches.
I duck away to shower and change. As soon as the Wyverns’ scents wash down the drain, a tremor bubbles under my skin.
I force myself into three tight layers of shirts, then a hoodie. Being swaddled takes the edge off my nerves, but I don’t need to be a psychic to see where this is going.
I’m moving closer to the edge.
Closer to my heat and the inevitable decision.
Jett stands when I come back into the living room. “Ready?”
“Let’s go.” I’m glad I get to spend time with him alone.
His ice should mellow out my insanity.
Jett’s scent is more subtle than the other guys’ and it’s much harder to read, but I’ve always found cedar so comforting.
