“That may be for the best,” I reply, thinking about how it’ll save Izzy’s sanity. This is the answer to our problems we have with his medical care at least. I want him to detox completely off his suppressants as soon as possible. “It’ll take at least a month to go through everything you found, but I don’t want to wait that long for Maeve.”
My words are barely whispers on the wind. I’m a paranoid alpha, so I promise myself not to say her name again until I’m back in Widows Peak.
“Thank you,”Syrus says.
“You’re family, which means so is she.”
It’s simple and I mean it. I’m the last person that Silva hasn’t bonded with, but that’s okay. Things happen in their own time, and it’s not like I’m going anywhere.
A part of me will also be glad if it happens outside of a heat. I want her to be completely lucid when she asks me for it.
The trek through the woods feels like it takes forever, and then I’m dragging my ass into the SUV, only to find Kyren in the driver seat.
“Unless you’re planning to sit on me, get in the back and catch a nap,” he says, amused. “You’re wrecked, and more likely to crash than get us home safely.”
“Good idea,” I sigh, shutting the door and getting into the back seat. Laying across the seats, I close my eyes and let the world fade away.
Syrus
I haven’t seen Silva in three days…There’s been a lot to do in regards to lodging, helping to remind everyone that they’re safe, and she’s also working at the bar.
She is staying at Briar’s house to crash since working on housing means that some of our displaced omegas are now house guests. I also have to work, and Kyren and Lark are working on getting new identification for everyone.
Who would have thought that the devil is in the details?
Since it’s snowing, we’ll have to work with a contractor to build more housing. Thankfully, the Widows have extra money put aside for this stuff, and they don’t seem too worried aboutit. In the meantime, my blood pressure is feeling a little high as things are figured out.
I have a feeling a lot of it has to do with Maeve too. Eight years ago, she was sold to an alpha named Heath Darkmore by Gideon. I have no idea if she’s still there or not, or if we’ll continue to chase whispers for the next few years, only to find out she’s dead.
Tiredly, I push back my hair as I drive. I have to be realistic here. It’s been a long time since Maeve left Henderson estate. I can’t hold onto more than a tendril of hope. Anything more than that could kill me when it’s crushed.
It’s six in the afternoon, and Silva is working. I want to see my girl, so I turn my SUV in the direction of the bar. Too many things are churning in my mind, and she always manages to quiet the noise.
I just need her.
There’s surprisingly little traffic, and I breathe a sigh of relief as I pull into the parking lot. I’m exhausted, I’m about done for the day, and I’m kind of cranky.
I cross the lot without paying much attention, opening the door to find another bouncer at the door.
“Hey,” I grunt, knowing he knows exactly who I am.
“Thank fuck,” he breathes. “The boss is in a mood. I’ll give you my first born if you can pull her out of it.”
Amused, I chuckle. “It can’t be as bad as all that.”
“It is,” he groans, watching as I walk across the club to the bar.
Silva is working alone behind the bar on autopilot. I can tell there’s no one home, and she’s disassociating as she chats when clients, makes drinks, and takes payments.
“Does anyone mind if I steal your bartender?” I call out.
Silva struggles to pull herself back from wherever her mind is, blinking as she looks up at me.
“I got the bar,” Felix says, coming around.
“You do?” Silva asks slowly.
“I can pull beers, anything more than that people are shit out of luck,” he confirms as those sitting at the bar chuckle.
