“No,” Beckham said.
“I know a place we can take these people,” Everett went on. “I have some friends. They’re not too keen on the whole vamp equality thing, but they have a facility big enough. They’re kind of hoarders too, so food isn’t an issue. Unless you have a better plan.”
Silence followed his statement. They didn’t really have a plan for the people in the safe houses. Washington’s home couldn’t house enough people, and it didn’t have the resources. And after Harrington’s blood note, they couldn’t leave the people here.
“Why should we trust you?” Beckham demanded.
“Don’t,” Everett said with a shrug. “But you already know my reasons for offering to help.”
“So are you going to turn on us at a moment’s notice? Will these friends of yours keep our secret too? There are too many unknowns.”
“We need as many allies as we can get,” Reyna said.
“They’re not allies.”
“Send someone in that you trust to scope the place out before dismissing it. I know that you have people in the city.” She’d overheard him send Philippé and Katarina in after them for backup.
“Fine,” Beckham said, then disappeared into the kitchen, his phone to his ear.
“Don’t fuck this up,” Reyna told Everett.
“Do you think this is a good idea?” Tye asked.
“Do we have a choice?” Meghan asked.
“When you put it that way…” Tye shook his head.
It was only a couple minutes before Philippé and Katarina appeared at the safe house. With both Beckham and Philippé in one tiny living room, everything felt cramped. Reyna couldn’t imagine havingmorepeople here. The two of them alone wasimposing. And while Katarina may be small, she strutted into the room all cool grace and wicked smiles. Her blades secured to her back. Her hips swaying exaggeratedly.
“This the runt we have to babysit?” Katarina asked, checking Everett out. “Oh, look, you already got him ready for me. I love my men all tied up.” She nipped at him suggestively.
“My friends are not going to like having two vamps tailing me,” Everett said. “They’re not exactly a vampire friendly kind of people.”
“Tough shit,” Katarina said. “We’re what you’ve got.”
“I’d listen to her,” Philippé said.
“And what are you going to do?” Everett asked.
“Enough talking.” Philippé hoisted Everett casually over his shoulder and hauled him out of the room. Reyna snickered.
“We have to go check on another safe house. Our first one didn’t exactly go as planned,” Reyna told Meghan and Tye. She explained the situation they’d found themselves in. They both paled.
“Go,” Meghan said, drawing her into a hug. “Be careful.”
Reyna nodded and then followed Beckham outside and into their SUV.
“You knew I had my circle with me,” he observed.
“Yep.”
He drew her mouth to his. Her head went light and fuzzy at the intensity of the kiss.
“What was that for?” she whispered when he pulled back.
He arched an eyebrow and put the car in gear. Her body hummed to the tune of the engine. This thing with Beckham was pure magic.
The safe house was about ten minutes away. Same kind of neighborhood, with medium-sized houses and relatively nice streets. This was her last chance to find Drew today.
