She lays still, not a single muscle twitching; her lashes don’t flutter, her brows don’t move. If I couldn’t see her chest rising and falling, I’d think she was dead.
She’s been like that for a few minutes now, lying on the couch after passing out because she wasn’t breathing.
“Hold it to her head,” Savannah demands, directing me with the cool washcloth as I press it to her forehead, “Let her breathe.”
“Fuck, Savannah,” I grumble, “Just give it a minute.”
I have questions. So many fucking questions. The response to my abrupt entrance was instantaneous. I saw it play across her face, fear, panic, which resulted in her anxiety attack that led to this. If I hadn’t been quick enough, she’d have face planted the floor.
“What happened to her?” I demand from Savannah.
“That is not my story to tell,” Her spine stiffens, “You don’t get to demand it from me.”
“Does Killian know?” I ask.
“No,” She swallows. “No, he does not.”
A secret to take to the grave.
“What happened, Dean?” Savannah asks, “Why’d you come in like that?”
“You know,” I remove the cool cloth from her brow and push away the damp strands of her hair, “What we are.Whowe are.”
“Yes,” She breathes. “I know.”
“Well, that life and this life have just crossed paths.”
“Is she in danger?” Savannah demands.
“Yes,” I answer honestly.
My front door opens suddenly, and Killian barrels in, Sebastian and Malakai behind him. They look between me and her, passed out on the couch.
“Did you tell her?” Bast asks.
“No,” I sigh, “This is something else.”
I see Killian pass a look to Savannah, but she diverts her attention to my daughter in her arms, giving her, her finger to play with. Whatever this is, is big enough that Sav is keeping it from my brother. Her loyalty is admirable, even if it frustrates the shit out of me.
“What do we need to know?” Malakai asks Sav with a bite to his tone, earning a scathing look from Killian.
That’s the thing about us as a group. We will go to war for the people we care about, that we love, even if it is against the very people we call family.
“Do not,” Savannah snaps at him, “You may command your council meetings, but you do not command me. I am not your subject.”
Killian steps up next to her.
“Richard fucking Taylor is trying to take us down, he’s targetingour own.This is no time for secrets.” Malakai says.
Savannah simply shrugs like what he just said isn’t a big deal at all. “Sloane isn’t part of your circle.”
“Yes, she is.” It’s me who snaps back, unable to hold my tongue.
Her blue eyes whip to me, “What?”
“She is,” I repeat.
Savannah blinks, struggling to understand.
