Havoc walked by and muttered, “No one lets him have creative control anymore.”
Saint appeared behind Wolf. “We set up the spare room.”
“Spare room?” I asked.
Wolf nodded. “The hotel had a suite. We kept one room open for emergencies. You’ll stay there.”
Trigger clapped. “It’s cozy! And I hid snacks!”
Wolf glared. “Trigger. Don’t hide food in her room. Ignore him.”
Trigger sighed dramatically. “You’re no fun.”
The Spare Room
When Wolf opened the door, I stopped breathing for a second.
It wasn’t just safe.
It wasthoughtful.
A queen bed with a quilt. A small bookshelf. A window overlooking the river. Light blue curtains. A rug soft enough to sink my toes into.
“This is… perfect,” I whispered.
Saint shrugged. “We figured you wouldn’t want something too military.”
Havoc set my duffel on the bed. “The bathroom is behind that door. Laundry down the corridor. If you need anything—food, water, weapons—ask.”
Trigger peeked in. “And if you need entertainment, I have board games.”
Wolf shut the door gently in his face.
I laughed, tension easing. “Thank you. All of you.”
Saint nodded. Havoc grunted.
When the others drifted off, Wolf turned back to me.
“Nora,” he said quietly.
“Mmh?”
“You’re safe here.”
I swallowed. “I know.”
“You’re not alone.”
My eyes softened. “I know that too.”
He hesitated—barely—then brushed a strand of hair behind my ear. His gaze lingered on my lips before flicking quickly away.
“I’ll be right outside,” he murmured. “If you need anything.”
“Wolf…”
He met my eyes.
