It may be awhile before she can smile, but at least she’ll have the space to do that now.
“I don’t know,” he snorts. “Hey, boss. Think I can add this to my resume?”
“You’re too much,” Kyren chuckles. “I love you so hard. You did awesome in there.”
“I need a shower to scrub off the feel of people touching me, but I’ll survive,” Izzy says.
The time passes with the omegas changing, and I switch places with Syrus so that Kyren can help patch him up enough until we get home. Speaking of, I need to call Silva.
“Do you think that she’ll pick up if I call?” I ask Syrus, biting my lip.
“She’ll be watching her phone,” he replies. “Don’t tell her I was an idiot and got shot, please.”
“If she felt it through the bond…” I trail off.
“You’re bonded to an omega?” Maeve asks, her jaw dropping.
“Two,” Izzy says, raising his hand. “Silva and I had a heat together, and it all kind of happened.”
“Wow,” she rasps. “That’s amazing. Where are we going?”
“Widows Peak,” Syrus grunts. “It’s a safe place for omegas to heal and find peace.”
“That sounds really nice,” Maeve says.
Glancing at her in the rearview, I can see that she’s trying to process everything. Syrus is going to keep an eye on her. I wouldn’t be surprised if she’s been having thoughts of self harm. It would be perfectly normal if she was.
Connecting the call to Silva, I refocus on the road as I drive. I feel energized now that we’re out, and won’t have an issue getting home.
“Yes? Hold on, Harlan!” Silva yells. The bar is packed I bet. “Okay, I’m in the office. Is everyone okay? Did you get Maeve?”
She’s currently on speaker phone, and I can hear Maeve’s slight gasp as she hears her name. This omega is in for a shock, because Silva is going to smother her with kindness and attention in the best ways.
“We did,” I reply. “We’re also all fine.”
“Harlan,”Silva growls under her breath.
“Jesus, I swear you can always tell,” Syrus grumbles. “I’m only a little bit shot. It’s a flesh wound.”
Kyren snorts as he continues to apply pressure now that Syrus is out of his coat and shirt.
“Only a little bit, my ass,” Silva growls. “We’re quite the pair, aren’t we. Don’t tell me you’re going to work later.”
The rearview mirror reveals Maeve’s wide eyes as she listens to the conversation. Yes, we’re chaotic as fuck.
“I have to,” Syrus sighs. “I can’t exactly tell the station that I was kidnapping my long lost sister, can I?”
“You’re still a cop?” Maeve asks.
“Yes, but in a much smaller town. I’m the sheriff,” he explains. “My hours are manageable too. I didn’t have the best send off from Seattle. It’s a long story.”
“I’ve got nothing but time,” she says.
“Hi, Maeve!” Silva says. “Please tell your brother to keep his blood inside rather than out. I have someone covering the bar for me, but I’ll see you all when you get home. Love you!”
“Love you,” Izzy, Syrus, Kyren, and I chorus before I hang up. I think even though that was a community “I love you” that it counts. Don’t you think?
“She seems nice,” Maeve says. “A little intense.”
