“Everett was captured. Visage sent a video of his murder to your email and a bomb to the mansion.”
Reyna winced. “Everett is dead?”
“Yes. I watched it.”
“Was it painless?”
Beckham said nothing, which was answer enough.
“He was tortured for our location,” she gathered.
“Yes.”
“How did he know where we were?”
Beckham shook his head. “I don’t know. I thought we were careful.”
Tears came to her eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
“We have to get the rest of Elle out of their locations in case he gave them up too.”
“Have you reached out to Drew?” She tried to sit up, but pain lanced through her and Beckham gently pressed her back down.
“Yes. He’s aware. He’s rallying everyone into action to get them out as soon as possible. They have a system in place. They’re moving quickly.”
“Where are we going?” Reyna asked. “Without the cult-y place and the mansion?”
“I have a place.”
“You have a place? We stayed at the mansion and left them at the cult and all this time you had a place?”
Beckham sighed slowly. “It’s temporary. I stayed there when I was healing. I wasn’t sure if Harrington knew about it, so I’ve been having it monitored. It can’t house everyone, so it won’t work long-term.”
“I thought you stayed in a safe house when you healed.”
“Of sorts.” He placed his hand on her shoulder. “Now rest. I’m going to need to feed before I heal you so I don’t weaken. Wereached Meghan and she’s going to look after you.”
“Do you have blood there?”
He kissed her temple and said nothing else. She sighed and let it go. What he drank was his business. He needed to be a hundred percent and get her back to a hundred percent, because the time was now. They’d waited long enough. They’d planned and schemed and used every advantage they had. No one else would be kidnapped or tortured or experimented on or killed. Harrington had to be stopped.
…
“Hey,” Meghan said softly. She was running her fingers gently through Reyna’s unbound hair. “It’s time to wake up.”
She opened her eyes and stared up into her friend’s face. “What happened?”
“I had to sedate you. I got the shrapnel and debris out of your body, but it was painful and tedious. Beckham did the rest.”
Reyna found Beckham standing on the other side of the table. She eased up into a sitting position.
“Let’s not do that again, okay?” Reyna said.
Beckham grinned. “I’ll put it on the list.”
“How do you feel?” Meghan asked.
“Better. I’m not even sore. How long was I out?”
