“You think Washington can figure that out.”
“Wouldn’t you rather know if he could?”
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Then will you meet with him? I will go with you.” He reached his hand out.
“Right now?”
“I don’t have much time. I thought you’d prefer I go to make sure nothing happens to you.”
She saw in his fierce expression that he was telling the truth. He would destroy anyone who tried to hurt her. Though the last thing she wanted to do was work with Washington or ever give her blood again, Beckham raised a valid point. If she wanted to leave HQ, she needed to know what kind of danger she was putting herself in.
She reached out and placed her hand in his. “Let’s go.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
Beckham directed Reyna through the network of corridors to the back entrance of the medical wing. Reyna memorized the way in case she needed to do it again. Following Beckham inside put her even more on edge. Even though she trusted Becks, that didn’t make it any easier.
Beckham put his hand on her lower back. “Your pulse is through the roof.”
“Nerves.”
He stopped her. “Will I let harm come to you?”
“No.”
“Would I willingly put you in a position where you are unsafe?”
“No.”
“I would kill before letting a single person lay a hand on you. You know this?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
He threaded their fingers together, then brought her hand to his lips and placed a kiss there. “You are mine, Little One.”
She breathed out a sigh of relief. She hadn’t entirely calmed down, but there was something in his eyes that told her she had nothing to fear. It was incredible to think she had once feared him, or that he still believed he could ever be a threat to her.
Beckham directed her the rest of the way down the corridor until they reached an open office door. He knocked twice and then entered. Washington was seated behind a desk so cluttered Reyna could hardly see an inch of the surface—just paperwork, notepads, pens, a clipboard, and various medical supplies that disappeared beneath more papers.
“Beckham,” Washington said with a genuine smile. “To what do I owe the pleasure?”
“I am here about Reyna.”
Washington’s eyes drifted to Reyna, who was still standing like a scared mouse outside of the office. “Hello there, Reyna. Good to see you back in the medical wing.”
“Hi,” she said softly.
Beckham looked at Reyna, checking that she still wanted to do this. He held his hand out, and she finally stepped inside. Her heart was thudding once more, but she knew Beckham was right. She needed to do this.
“I need to find out what’s wrong with my blood.”
“Wrong with it?” Washington asked.
“I can sense her,” Beckham said, explaining all the strange incidents. “It has happened many times.”
“Fascinating,” Washington said as he came to his feet.
