“I’m not the only one who disappeared,” Sloane answers. “What’s the deal?”
“We had a heat,” I reply, not giving any other information. I didn’t even pay attention to any missed calls once my phone turned back online after dying. If someone was dead or hurt, they knew where to find us. “I have an update.”
“Other than your omega having a heat?” Sloane asks incredulously. “Way to keep things close to the vest.”
I don’t bother to correct him, shrugging despite the fact that he can’t see me.
“Lexi knew what was happening to her sister,” I reply. “I know you’re scent matches. Don’t play coy.”
“Yeah, okay. You know everything, or find it out with your creepy ways,” Sloane sighs. “We’re staying next door now.”
“Good. Do you know about Lexi and Silva’s past?” I ask, not willing to spill secrets.
Lexi deserves to tell Aiden and Sloane in her own time.
“Yes,” he bites out. “Those fuckers need to pay for their actions.”
“Is right now good for you?” I joke. “I have an address in Utah for Luke. Harlan and I are taking care of Brad tonight.”
“Are you taking Silva with you?” he asks.
“If she wants to go,” I say. “Silva isn’t one to take a backseat in life, Sloane. Even in fear, she’ll stand toe to toe with the Devil. Do you want the address or not?”
“Yeah,” he bites out.
I trust Aiden and Sloane at my back, but I can feel things changing. I have always had secrets I couldn’t tell them, and that may cause a problem soon.
Rattling off the details of Luke's location, I remind him to be careful and hang up. He’s a trained assassin, a bruiser, as is Aiden. They’ll be fine. I still say it, because it’s simply what I do.
The porch is surprisingly free of snow back here, and I look around as I decide to close this in so Silva and Izzy can enjoy being outside. I’ll get some heaters and a couple of swings so they can snuggle. Lips pursed, I decide that home renovations are apparently my life now.
I still fucking hate that there’s not a fence around her house, but I’ll suck it up for now.
I guess it’s pretty and shit.
Walking back inside, I find Silva standing fully dressed next to Izzy.
“What did you find?” Izzy asks, his voice clipped and professional.
“Brad is in Denver for a work trip. I think he needs to learn an important lesson about touching things that don’t belong to him. Don’t you?” I ask.
“Denver? Fuck.” Silva looks in the direction of her sister’s house and I shake my head, almost instinctually knowing what she’s thinking about.
“He doesn’t live there,” I reassure her. “Neither he or Luke live in Colorado. There’s nothing to tell me this is anything but a coincidence, Princess.”
“Okay,” she whispers. “Okay. I’m coming with you.”
“Absolutely,” Harlan agrees. “I’m pretty sure your sister’s burgeoning pack will also ensure that Luke doesn’t live for much longer, baby.”
“You’re being very accommodating,” she says suspiciously. “You’re not going to chloroform me and leave me in the trunk or something, are you?”
“I’d have a lot of things to say about that if they were,” Syrus grunts, his arm wrapping around her waist as he steps behind her. “Preferably with my fists and my size fifteen boot, Spitfire. And then I’d let you fry their knots, okay?”
“This was very detailed,” Harlan says, shuddering as he cups his knot. “I don’t think you should be watching any more stabby movies.”
Holding up her middle finger, she drags it over the side of her nose as if she’s trying to scratch an itch. Well, three days of sex hasn’t changed her winning personality. Good to know.
“So they don’t know where we are,” she breathes. “What’s the plan?”
