“Where did you get that?” She hadn’t seen him pick it up.
“From one of your admirers.” A glance at the bodies showed two men passed out on the ground, the third bleeding from his belly and moaning. Deacon set his things down and pulled his phone out of his bag while collecting the weapons he hadn’t already taken. After a brief talk with Hammer, he tucked the confiscated weapons into his duffle and readied to leave.
He frowned at the security keypad by the front door.
“Why didn’t it go off?”
He shrugged, set in her code so they could exit without the alarm sounding, then got them the hell away after first clearing their escape.
They ended up at a closed car lot she’d often driven past but had never visited.
“What are we doing here?”
He hadn’t said anything on the drive. Now he parked and turned to look at her. “We’re going someplace safe while Hammer and Noel figure out what the fuck just happened. Your alarm never went off. Those guys were amateurs, and though they tried to kill me, never once did they point a gun in your direction. Someone wants you, Solene, and it’s time we found out who and why.”
She nodded, her throat dry. “S-sounds like a plan.”
Deacon’s expression darkened as he stared at her. Before she could ask what she’d done to deserve his wrath, he pulled her close, kissed her senseless, then left the car.
“Come on,” he growled. “We need to move.”
Solene did her best to calm her thundering heart. She followed his orders, but they needed to have a conversation when they settled down wherever they headed.
Because Deacon’s “jump when I say so” attitude had to go.
