His eyes narrow before he sighs and moves his chair back some to let me through.
Getting dressed is a chore. I’m in so much fucking pain, but when I find Helms, he’s going to be in even more than I am for daring to touch what’s mine.
He knew better.
He knows I’m coming for him, and he’s had a week to hide, which isn’t good for me finding Greer, but come hell or high water, I’ll get her back.
I found her once before, I’ll do it again.
“Koen, I’m begging you, see reason.”
“Have I ever before?” I shove my feet into my boots, forcing myself to bend to get the fuckers on, when it’s all I can do not to scream through the pain in my abdomen.
“The doctors are still here; let them check you over, make sure you’re fine.”
“I’m not fucking fine, Chase!” My voice booms through the room.
His eyes widen. “I didn’t mean…”
“You did. And I’m not fine. Brian’s dead, we didn’t get Raymond’s daughter back, Helms is still on the fucking loose somehow, and now Greer is missing.”
“It’s not your fault.”
Standing, I waver on my feet. “I didn’t say it was my fault, Chase. I’m just stating facts.
“Listen, we can get her back after we ensure you’re fit to go out there. She’s been gone this long—” Chase’s words cut off as I wrap my hand around his throat.
“Don’t say another word. You… You motherfucker,” I grit out, spit coating my chin as the vile words spew out of me.
Chase and I have been through thick and thin, but if he thinks I won’t kill over her…
Sobering, I let him go, stumbling backward. “I’m sorry.” Hitting the side of my head, I try to clear some of the insanity, some of the drugs.
“It’s alright,” he manages, coughing.
“No, it’s not. This isn’t your fault.”
Chase clears his throat. “You don’t actually know that yet.”
“Do youwantme to kill you?”
He shrugs. “Might be a good way to go.”
“Shut up.” I roll my eyes.
I grunt while getting a jacket on before I grab my balaclava off the nightstand.
“I don’t think you’ll need that. Helms knows what you look like.”
“He might. But he needs to know which version’s coming for him.”
I strap on my many weapons as Chase talks me through everything he knows about Greer and where she was last spotted.
“I’ll start at the house. There must be some hidden doors or wall panels that they left unchecked. A weasel like Helms likes to hide in plain sight.”
Chase nods. “You need to be careful.”
I eye him. “You getting soft on me?”
