Cap’s jaw ticked. “And they picked the wrong damn night.”
Doc moved toward me, his tone gentler than usual. “Amanda, come on. Let’s get you checked out.”
I looked to Wrecker instead.
He was still staring at the guy on the floor. Not blinking. Breathing shallow and slow, like he was trying to get back in control.
I reached for him.
That broke the spell.
His head snapped toward me. He crossed the space between us in two strides, dropping to one knee and pulling me into his arms. His chest was solid and warm and still shaking.
“I’ve got you,” he murmured.
My fingers curled into his vest again. “He almost got me.”
“But he didn’t.”
I leaned into him. “I froze. Again.”
“You screamed. You warned me. That’s not freezing. That’s survival.”
I couldn’t argue.
Not when he held me like that. Not when my heartbeat was syncing with his.
Cap moved toward the body, motioning to Brutus and Ranger, who had just entered the garage. “Bag him. We’ll question him once he’s conscious.”
Brutus lifted the guy like he weighed nothing. Ranger checked the door for damage before locking it up again.
Ghost lingered near the back, staring at the garage wall like he was solving a puzzle in his head.
“Watcher wasn’t here,” he said finally. “But his men were.”
Cap grunted. “Then they meant to take someone.”
Me.
They meant to take me.
Wrecker’s arms tightened around me like he’d read my mind.
Doc stepped closer. “Let’s get her inside.”
Wrecker looked at Cap.
Cap nodded once. “Go.”
We left the garage slowly, Wrecker keeping one arm around me, his other hand still flexing like he wasn’t sure the fight was really over.
And honestly?
Neither was I.
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