Noah chuckled. Of course she did. Pam loved all her family, fur or people.
Suddenly, Bella lunged for a piece of bread on a plate. Sky gasped, her elbow hitting a glass on the counter. It hit the floor and shattered.
Darkness squeezed around Noah like a wet blanket, the stench of blood and sweat thick in the air.
Dead. Boone was dead. And now they thought they could make him talk?
The blood around his wrists had long since dried. Physically, he felt numb. Like he couldn’t move or breathe.
A glass shattered. It was the asshole trying to get his attention, threatening to cut him. It wouldn’t work. Nothing would.
“Tell me if it was preparation for a larger raid.”
He looked up at the asshole who’d given the directive to kill his teammate. “I’d prefer to just see you in hell.”
“Noah.”
He flinched at the weight of Becket’s hand on his shoulder.
Then he turned to see Sky looking at him, worried. But she and Becket weren’t the only ones in the room.
Mark stood in the open door, a frown on his face as he watched, like he knew exactly what had just happened…and he didn’t like it.
CHAPTER 21
Addie rolled from her belly to her side. Why was she cold? She was never cold with Noah in the bed. Heck, usually, she was on the verge of overheating.
She reached for Noah…but he wasn’t there.
Her eyes popped open. The room was dark. So dark, she could barely see a thing. It had to be the middle of the night. But then, why wasn’t he here?
Quickly, she turned on the bedside light before tapping the screen of her phone.
Three in the morning.
Concern wiped away any thoughts of going back to sleep, and she slipped out of bed. On the floor, she found a discarded shirt of Noah’s and pulled it over her head before moving out of the room.
Everything was dark in the hall. She’d expected a light on somewhere. Maybe he’d gone to the bathroom in the hall to avoid waking her. But it was empty.
Had he slept somewhere else?
She stepped into the living room, almost expecting to see him asleep on the couch. He wasn’t. He stood facing the window, the outline of his body stark against the moonlight.
Slowly, she crossed the space between them. “Noah—”
He moved so quickly she didn’t have time to react. One second, she was behind him, the next, her back was pressed to his chest, his arm around her throat.
Air stalled in her lungs and panic surged through her veins.
“Noah…” she breathed, forcing calm into her voice when calm was the last thing she felt. “It’s me…Addie.”
The muscle in his arm tensed.
“You’re safe,” she whispered.
“Addison?” Shock, fear, panic…it was all tangled together in his voice.
“Yes.” Gently, she touched the arm that was wrapped around her neck and swiped his wrist with her thumb. “You’re in your home in Amber Ridge.”
