“You got here quick,” Law said, flicking his gaze to Black.
“Yeah. I left right after you. When Rip called me, I had Winter and Memphis close up Vegas and meet us here.”
“Where’s Buckshot?” Sage asked.
“Winter’s dropping him off with Ace and Jacob up in Ojai. We can pick him up on our way home.”
Sage couldn’t have picked a better couple to watch his baby. They also had an older golden retriever Buckshot could play with.
“Thank you.”
Black nodded and glanced toward the surgery doors. “Rook still in surgery?”
“Yeah.”
Micah came over and dropped into the seat beside Sage.
The rest of the team converged around him, Law, and Ashley—closing in just enough to block the view and anything said between them. Space tightened around them without anyone saying a word. A few people glanced over, then thought better of it and drifted off, some crossing the room, others leaving altogether. Genesis and YA had a way about them that made people give them space.
“Rook didn’t kill Jade,” Sage said quietly, pitching his voice for them alone. “Or Cain.”
Black’s brow pulled in slightly. “New player?”
Sage shook his head once.
“Old one.”
Law’s hand found his, fingers lacing through like it was nothing. Warm. Steady.
“How do you know Rook didn’t kill Cain?” Black asked, steady.
Sage’s lips twisted.
“I don’t. Not for a fact.” His gaze flicked briefly toward the surgery doors before coming back. “But I know he didn’t kill Jade.”
“I already filled Sage in,” Law said, voice low but carrying. “I’m telling the rest of you now—Savage will take over here at the hospital. We’re moving to a suite to plan the next steps.”
He kept it general, nothing in it that would catch if someone nearby was listening.
Boston started to speak—question already there—but stopped when Law cut him a look.
“We leave as soon as Savage gets here.”
They came in quietly, not like Genesis and YA had, but blending into a background that wasn’t meant to blend into.
First Wrath appeared, then Echo, and lastly Fisher. No wasted movement. No sound where there didn’t need to be. Savage came in last, Thane at his side.
Sage had met the assassins a few times before at Dave’s place, so he knew the faces.
He also knew how they moved, how they worked.
He’d thought Genesis was untamed, but these bastards?
They were on a different level entirely.
Erebus—darkness. Shadow. Aptly named.
“Ashley?” Savage said gently.
