I kneel beside the bed, leaning closer to hear.
“Don’t… Don’t tell my brothers where I am.”
I sigh. “Revea…”
Her hand lifts blindly, landing against my cheek, her eyes still shut. “Please. Just tell them I’m with you. That I’m safe.”
“Okay,” I say quietly. “But the second you feel better, we’ll tell them.”
She nods faintly, but her hand slips from my face and falls back onto the bed.
I watch her for a moment, taking in the heavy rise and fall of her chest. Even sick, she’s so beautiful it’s hard to look away.
But I’ve got work to do.
I head downstairs, grabbing everything I need in one trip. Laptops, phones, water, a bowl and cloths.
When I return, I drag the sofa closer to the bed. I’m not letting her out of my sight.
I wring out a cloth and place it over her forehead. She stirs, half conscious, but her lips part enough for me to give her water through a straw. She swallows without hesitation. By the time I place the bottle down, she’s already fallen back asleep.I quickly update my pack.
Me:
Someone’s been stalking Revea, that’s why she hid.
They’re trying to blackmail her with the CCTV footage. I’m forwarding the email now.
Sweep her hotel room. Leave nothing untouched. Then come back to the house.
Val, she’s feverish and hasn’t eaten. Bring anything you think we might need.
Luc, keep her brothers in the loop. Don’t tell them where she is.
Syl, find them.
Her laptop sits on one side of me, mine on the other, phone in my hand. I glance at the bed, at the flushed skin and uneven rise of her chest.
And I’m ready to rain hell down on whoever thought they could threaten and blackmail my omega.
Valentin
We stripped the hotel room clean. Searched light fittings, mirrors, vents. Didn’t find a thing.
Whoever’s been watching Revea hadn’t found her here.
We packed up anything that looked like it belonged to her, which wasn’t much. I don’t think she even unpacked. But seeing her room like that, imagining her distress, scenting slivers of her burnt scent… has us desperate for blood.
Those images of Revea attached to that email, the ones of her asleep in bed… the steering wheel creaks beneath my grip.
I’m driving us home after the search. Sylvan’s in the back, working on his laptop again. I know he’ll track them down—whoever sent the email, whoever took those pictures. Because when Sylvan is focused, fixated the way he is right now, no thread remains untouched.
Luc’s in the passenger seat, trying his best to calm down Rue, who’s yelling at him through the phone.
“Listen, I’ve told you what we know, we’re on it. Revea’s with Kaiden, and she’s safe. I…No. Because she doesn’t want you to know where… Oh, I don’t know, maybe because she’s fucking terrified they’ll find her again? Ever think about that?”
I glance at my brother. His jaw is clenched tight as he shakes his head.
After a brief pause, Rue’s voice returns, but it’s much quieter.
