“I want every person minus those watching my family on this.” I turned to face Danny. “Every human being who owes me a favor, everyone in all of Northchester, I want them searching for Lorcan Anders. And call those mercs. I want Lorcan Anders alive.”
“Yeah, okay, Boss.” When he didn’t move to do it, I glared. “Right. On it.”
I was alone for a few minutes, nothing but my thoughts and guilt to keep me company. Alex joined me after a while, his arm wrapped. I wanted him and Danny looking for Lorcan, but I knew they wouldn’t leave my side.
“Dean’s here,” Danny said, and I shot out of my chair.
He was speed walking toward me, wasn’t stopping, suddenly he crashed into me, his arms wrapping around my shoulders. “Jesus, Gid.”
“What are you doing here, Dean?”
He released me and scoffed. “It was either me or Rita coming. Who would you have preferred?”
“Who brought you here?”
“Ronnie and Matt.”
Over Dean’s shoulder, I saw both men close by. From the expressions on their faces, they knew I was pissed.
“Don’t be angry with them. Originally I tried leaving on my own, and they stopped me. I told them I’d keep trying to leave unless they drove me.”
I pinched the bridge of my nose and led Dean to the chairs. “I don’t want to risk anyone else, Dean. I wish you’d have stayed put.”
Naturally, he ignored me. “How is he?”
“I don’t know. He went back there, and I haven’t heard a damn thing.”
He squeezed my knee. “He’s tough, Gid. He’ll be okay.”
I blinked a few times, trying to push away the memory of his broken body. “You didn’t see him, Dean. It’s bad.”
“Tell me.”
“I don’t even know the extent. He had a knife sticking out of his stomach, I think there was a slash on his chest, his face was unrecognizable, broken leg…there was a lot of blood. So fucking much.”
“You care a lot about him.” It wasn’t a question but I nodded all the same. “Maybe when he’s feeling better, you tell him?”
“You’re confident he’ll come out of this?”
Dean smiled softly. “I watched him jump out of a burning house, flames all around him, and he lived. He’s like nobody I’ve ever known, Gid. He’s a fighter.”
I wanted desperately to believe him. “I need him to be okay.”
He squeezed my knee. “Have a little faith, Gid.”
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Gideon
Six hours.That was how long I was in the waiting room without any news on Penn—I didn’t even leave to smoke. The search for Lorcan was still ongoing, and I had to believe he would be found, but right now every bit of energy I had left in my body was focused on Penn.
“This is from Olivia.” Dean handed me a folded piece of paper.
I opened it, and there was a drawing of a rainbow with what I believed was supposed to be a unicorn (maybe) flying under it. It simply read, Love, Olivia. In very messy writing.
“And Owen made you this.”
It was a bunch of colorful circles. No name, nothing. I chuckled. “I miss them.”
