“He’s really okay?” she asked.
“Yes, but he needs to take it easy.” Landon made a sound. “He isn’t very good at that.”
I sat up. “I’m perfectly fine?—”
Lark pressed a hand to my arm. “I’ll make sure he rests.” She said that in a defiant tone.
“Nash, I want Dean found,” I ordered. “Flush him out. He was a rogue CIA agent. Find out everything you can on him. I want to know where he is, where he’s staying, what makes him tick.”
“He said a foreign nation contracted him to kill my parents, to stop my dad’s project.”
“Hell,” Nash said.
“Dean’s…jealous,” she added.
I frowned at her, trying to think clearly through the fog of the painkillers. “What?”
“He talked about Ed not noticing him, and being invisible at the CIA. He wasn’t noticed until he killed. He talked about how Ed bragged about you and me. I think in some twisted way, he’s angry at the attention Ed gave us.” She shook her head. “He lured Ed into killing. That’s on Ed, but clearly, it was a way forDean to get his attention.” Her shoulders sagged. “And now he wants me dead.”
“Well, that’s too bad,” I clipped. “He’snottouching you.” Not a single hair on her head.
She lifted her chin. “And he’s not touching you.”
“Right, no one is touching anyone,” Landon said. “Now, how about we get you up to your penthouse so you can rest. Then you can plan how to takedown the unhinged serial killer tomorrow.” He gestured to Cole and Nash.
My friends helped me to my feet.
“Lark, I expect you to make him rest,” Landon said.
She nodded. “I will.”
CHAPTER 33
LARK
Iwatched Bastian sleep.
He looked relaxed for once, probably thanks to the drugs. His chest was bare, the bandage white against his skin. My stomach curdled. I hated that he’d been hurt. I could still feel his blood pumping through my hands. I’d felt helpless.
“He’s okay,” I whispered.
Landon, Nash, and Cole had brought him back to the penthouse. Landon had given him an extra shot, not admitting it included a sedative until it had knocked Bastian out.
“Asshole,” Bastian muttered, his eyes closing.
“It’s for your own good,” Landon said.
“Rest.” I kissed Bastian’s forehead.
His eyelids fluttered and he grabbed my hand. “Don’t leave me.”
My heart squeezed. “I’ll be here.”
“Never leave me.” The words were a faint murmur as he drifted off.
Now, I was sitting here watching him sleep, sharp anger welling inside me.
David Thomas Dean was a dead man.
