I knocked on the open door to the room. “I’m here.”
Sitting at a round table, Rune and Finn both looked up from a translucent notepad they were viewing. They didn’t look anywhere near as bad as I did. I only saw a few spots of blood on their clothing, and the location they had gone to was considered hostile.
My eyes narrowed on them. “Did you guys even fight anyone? Or did you just walk in after the hard part was done to grab my father?”
Rune jerked to his feet. “Are you all right?”
I held up my hands. “I’m past exhausted, but I didn’t get hurt. Not one blade or fist landed on my delicate body.” My hands then waved up and down my frame to indicate how ‘delicate’ I wasn’t.
His nostrils flare, and he inhaled deeply.
I rolled my eyes. “None of it is my blood.”
Rune sniffed a few more times but eventually nodded. “I have some news. Do you want to sit down for it?”
“Do I need to?”
“It would probably be best.”
I trudged forward and plopped my ass on a seat next to his vacated one. I rubbed at my forehead. I made myself speak the words, “Just tell me. If he got away, it’s okay. We’ll find him eventually.”
“Actually, we did find out that we have another mole in the CA ranks. We thought we’d gotten them all when I was sent to jail.” Rune ran his fingers down my cheek before he sat down on his chair. “Your father was notified ten minutes before the raids began.”
My brows pinched when I felt no disappointment.
Rune opened his mouth, and I quickly held up a hand to stop him. His mouth closed.
I lowered my hand and knocked my knuckles on the table while I studied his face. The god-man’s perfect blend of features, utterly captivating and enthralling, but, eventually, my eyes landed on his heart.
Had I fallen for him? Because that was the only reason I wouldn’t be the slightest bit disappointed. To know he had tried his hardest… And that was enough for me. The one time I really had a shot of taking my father down, and it didn’t bother me that the plan failed.
Because of him.
I sucked in a sharp breath, my gaze finding his. That was what this warmth in my chest was. It had been growing considerably each day I spent with him. I was truly falling for Rune Mason. Not just a simple like either. It was head over heels shit that frilly women were always giggling about.
Rune dipped his head to place his face in front of mine, his golden regard honed on my eyes. “Are you sure you’re okay, Megan?”
With a flush that rose like a hot burn, my cheeks colored horribly. I nodded and squeaked, “I’m fine.”
His eyes instantly narrowed. “I think you’re lying to me.”
I shook my head quickly. “No, no. Go on. I was just lost in thought.”
Rune’s nostrils flared again as his gaze expanded to my entire face. “If you’re too tired to talk, we can do this later.”
I sat straighter in my chair and shoved my surprising feelings for him aside. “Seriously, I’m good. I can last a little longer.”
Across the white, circular table, Finn rumbled, “Let it go, Rune. She’s fine.”
Rune’s gaze snapped to him. “Are you sure?”
He nodded, his eyes straying in my direction. “Just let her be for right now.”
“All right.” Golden eyes swung back to me. “If you get too tired, just say so, and we can do this whenever you’re ready.”
I helped him along so he would quit asking right now. “So my father got the details in advance, and hightailed it out of there.”
Rune nodded. “He did, but he didn’t know we hacked his bracelet. We are aware who the mole is, and we knew his exact location. The crew went in without us while Finn and I tracked him down.”
