“They’re not done,” he continued.“And now we know that for a fact.”
My stomach twisted.
I didn’t have to ask whotheywere.
The Northbound Reapers.
“No one is alone,” Wrecker said, his tone sharpening.“Not anymore.Not until this is handled.”
Jude’s hand tightened around mine.
“Every woman has at least one guy with her at all times,” Wrecker went on.“No exceptions.”
Lark slowly raised her hand.
Every head turned toward her.
“Uh…” she started, glancing around.“I’m not going to tell anyone about Jude pew-pewing that guy.Can I just go home?”
A couple people snorted.
I bit my lip, trying not to laugh.
Wrecker just looked at her.
Flat.
Unamused.
“No.”
Lark blinked.
“Until we know you aren’t a target,” he said, “you’re here.”
Her mouth opened.Closed.Then she looked at Oliver.
He lifted a shoulder.
She sighed dramatically.“I guess I’ll make the best of it,” she muttered.
Oliver smirked.
“Stay sharp,” Wrecker finished.
And just like that, it was over.
Jude didn’t move right away.
Neither did I.
And then he pulled me into him with no hesitation and no asking.
I went willingly.
My arms wrapped around his waist, my cheek pressed into his chest as I breathed him in.
Leather.
