Saint doesn’t even hesitate.
“We won’t.”
The certainty in his voice settles over the room like armor.
Trigger nods from across the table. “We’re already setting up decoys.”
“And we’re moving Laney and the baby tonight,” Wolf adds.
My heart jumps.
“Where?”
Saint finally looks up from the tiny bundle in his arms, his expression softening when his eyes meet mine.
“Somewhere no one knows about.”
I should be scared.
Terrified, even.
Instead…
A strange calm settles over me.
Because he’s here.
Because they’re all here.
Because for the first time in months, I’m not facing the darkness alone.
Saint glances down at our daughter again.
She squirms in his arms, making a tiny sound that barely registers over the hum of voices and radios in the room.
Then…
She yawns.
A wide, dramatic little yawn that makes her whole face scrunch up.
And then…
She smiles.
A real one.
Saint freezes.
Completely.
His eyes widen like he just witnessed a miracle.
“Oh,” he breathes softly.
Then his voice drops into pure awe.
“Oh no.”
