“Fuck. Have you told anyone else?”
“No.”
“Good. Don’t.”Cross’s tone is sharp, forceful.“You can’t say a word about it. Your life could be at risk if they find out.”
“I know.”
I push wet hair off my forehead and reach for a smaller towel to dry it with. Cross falls quiet again. Several seconds tick by before his husky voice ripples through my mind.
“Daisy.”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.”
My heart clenches.“I love you, too.”
“I’ll check in with you later.”
He’s gone before I can respond, the link breaking and my mind already missing his presence.
I towel-dry my hair and brush it back into a ponytail, then put on the clothes Gray brought me. The black leggings have some stretch and fit me fine, but the T-shirt is too tight around my chest because my breasts are larger than Luisa’s.
I walk into the living area to find Gray speaking into his comm. He sounds annoyed, and when he notices me enter, he wastes no time ending the call.
“We’ll talk about it later,” he mutters before sliding the device into his pocket.
“Thanks for the clothes,” I tell him.
His eyes sweep over me, twinkling when they rest on my bare feet. “Boot up. The Authority is ready for you.”
“Gee, I’m so honored.” I find a pair of socks and clean boots on the armchair. “So this Authority,” I say, lacing up my left boot. “It’s like a leadership council or something? How many people are on it?”
“Five.”
“Including Adrienne.”
“Yes.”
“And you?”
“Yep.”
I raise a brow. “That’s a huge position of power you’ve got over here,Grayson.”
“Damn right, Wren.”
We grin at each other, and for a moment it’s like old times at the Command base.
Ugh. Fine. Maybe I missed him. I missed his laughter and his teasing and his cocky jokes.
I suppose I’m not entirely outraged that he’s still alive.
“Who are the other three?” I ask, hopping to my feet.
“You’ll meet them soon.”
We head out and ride the elevator to the Operations floor. Gray points out a set of doors at the end of the hall and tells me that’s the training wing.
