The brothers all got in and drove off without another word. I guess I had to find my own way to the Olysses compound. Because if they’d used their brains, they’d know that was exactly where I was going.
Their men followed, and soon it was just me, Carter, and Blake left. “You need a lift to their McMansion?” Carter asked.
I raised a brow at him.
“What? I thought I’d do the polite thing and ask before just assuming.”
I didn’t respond, and soon after, we were on our way.
Carter drove up to the big iron gate and rang the bell. A voice answered shortly after. “Mr. Carter, I’m sorry, but I have strict orders not to let you through.”
Of course Liam wouldn’t make this easy. But if he thought I’d just drive away, he really hadn’t paid attention. I’d get to Freya no matter what.
“I’ll see you tomorrow,” I said to Carter and Blake, who shook their heads at me when I slid out of the car.
With a last salute, they drove off, leaving me standing in the deserted street. The house resembled a fortress, but there was a weak point at the other side of the property that was hard to keep secured.
But it wasn’t usually an issue, because even if someone got past the wall, they still had to make it through a bevy of security guards and an excellent alarm system.
I should know since I was the one who’d installed it.
With a grunt, I heaved myself over the wall, silently dropping down on the other side.
Guess I’ll have to climb a tree tonight.
I knew I was beyond salvation when the thought didn’t even make me flinch.
Chapter22
Freya
There wasa crack outside my window, and my head shot up at the noise. It sounded like a tree breaking.
I wasn’t worried that anything could happen to me here. My family’s place was like Fort Knox. Probably safer. But what if something was wrong? A hurt animal? A branch that was about to fall on someone? We had a security detail that patrolled the grounds at night, and they walked below my window. I knew most of them and didn’t want them to have a freak accident.
I’d been tossing and turning for hours and was no closer to getting any sleep, so I figured I might as well get up.
After turning on my bedside lamp, casting the room in a soft glow, I slid off the bed to investigate. I’d locked the window and closed the blinds earlier, intending to sleep. But my mind wouldn’t shut the hell up. The heavy blinds slid to the side easily, and I peered through the glass.
Clouds covered the moon and plunged the backyard into inky darkness. I leaned closer and squinted to be able to see outside.
The tree swayed from side to side, but there was nothing on its branches. I also couldn’t see any obvious breakage. It had been windy all day, and I figured that must have made the branch creak. Seemed like I was paranoid and cranky thanks to my insomnia.
As I reached to close the blinds so I could hide back under the blankets, a hand touched the glass, causing me to stumble back and shriek.
“It’s me,” Gunner’s deep baritone sounded.
I stilled, hands clutched to my chest, eyes wide.What is he doing here? And why isn’t he using the front door like every other sane human on the planet?
“Open the window,” he said, his torso suspended on my windowsill. The tree was a little way away from the house. He’d have had to jump to get to my window.
My heart dropped at the thought of what could have happened to him. I finally rushed to open the window.
I took his arm and pulled him inside. Or at least tried to since he weighed twice as much as I did. “What the hell are you doing? You could have hurt yourself,” I whisper-shouted at him.
He landed on his back, staring up at me. I held his stare, wondering what I’d ever done to only attract crazy males into my life. I blamed my brothers.
“Hey, spitfire,” he said, his face breaking out into a grin.
