Wraith’s playful smirk vanished. “You got summin’ to say, big boy?”
Havoc guffawed and Reaper rolled his eyes. Atlas cupped her elbow and steered her toward the bathroom. “Ignore them.”
“I feel like I’m missing something,” she murmured as she stepped into the bathroom.
He leaned against the door. “He’s just being an ass and trying to annoy me. Nothing to do with you.”
She gave him a tight smile and closed the door. Nothing to do with her. Why did his words sting? She might have entirely misunderstood what’d passed between them, but it’d certainly felt as if she were in the middle.
Oh well. She didn’t have the energy to let Atlas’s comment upset her. She quickly changed into the navy-blue cotton shorts and white tank top. The shirt fit a little snug, but thankfully the shorts were almost midthigh.
She dug into the bag again and found a brush and a set of hair elastics. Ohmigod, he’s a saint. She ran the brush through her strands until they were free of knots, then tied her hair back into a ponytail. She sighed in dismay at the mirror.
Not only did the hairstyle reveal every bump and bruise on her face, but it also showed how thin she’d become. How pale her skin and lips were. Tears bathed her lashes. She blinked them away.
Enough.
She wouldn’t wallow in self-pity. She was alive and would get her health back in time. Summoning a breath laden with courage, she opened the door. Rogue, Viper, and Reaper had left, leaving Atlas, Havoc, and Wraith.
Atlas stood with his bag over his shoulder. The room had been tidied. Havoc was placing something in his backpack and Wraith was staring at his phone.
Atlas’s gaze roamed her face, then dipped down to her legs and back up. Her cheeks buzzed with awareness.
“Feel better?” he asked.
She nodded and passed him the brush. “Much. Can you hold on to that for me?”
“Sure.” He stashed it in his bag.
“I appreciate the clothes and items. I’ll pay you?—”
He chortled. “Molly, you’re not puttin’ me out. Don’t worry about it.” He settled his hand on the back of her neck. The touch was so intimate, and his eyes held watchful concern.
“You look good. Stronger.” His gravelly voice and the feel of his hand on her skin warmed her belly. But before she could lean into him, he lowered his hand. “Ready to go home?”
She nodded.
Home. She hadn’t seen her apartment in weeks. She wondered if her car was still in the parking lot where she’d been taken.
Havoc strode over. “You should know you’re all over the news. Heard them talk about you missing on the radio.”
Molly grimaced, and an itchiness crept over her skin. Of course she was. Her coworkers would have been worried when she didn’t show up. She’d have to go to the police and tell them what’d happened. Call everyone who knew her. Arrange to get her car.
Her shoulders sunk under the weight of the overwhelm.
Atlas’s hand settled on the small of her back. “Don’t worry about anything right now.”
“There’s just so much. Rex took my purse—I don’t have the keys to my apartment or my car. Anything.”
He tucked in the corner of his mouth. “We’ll get you situated before we leave.”
Interest lit Havoc’s eyes, but he didn’t say anything.
“Ay, you fuckers ready?” Wraith’s face blanched as Molly’s eyebrows shot up. “Uh. You too, m’lady?”
She fought a chuckle. “Yes. Are you Scottish?”
“Only when he wants to be,” Atlas said wryly.
