Nothing should make me laugh right now.
I finally get the dumbass belt undone, which allows me to take my pants off. I throw them to the other end of the closet and snatch my top over my head as fast as I can.
Thank fuck these armors aren’t made in more than two pieces and everything is sewn into place. I’d lose my ever-loving mind if I had to take that off piece by piece.
“Are you going to the Abandon half naked?”
I refuse to let my snort escape me.
“There’s Oblirian blood on it. Just letting the closet do its thing.”
“Smart. Nothing says I’m ready to get one of my men back more than fresh, clean armor.”
“Gods damn it, Yemi, stop trying to make me laugh.”
She raises a brow at me as I cover my mouth with my hand.
“It’s okay to find humor amidst the horror. If you don’t, you might freak out. I’m finally not freaking out, so I’m trying to keep you calm as well.”
My shoulders slump and I drag my feet across the floor as soon as the armor magically hangs back up. I get everything on far faster than I got it all off, then I help Yemi tighten her belt and the straps on the back that are there for swords.
“I’m not upset with you. I’m scared. One person I care fiercely about is already in danger. That’s all it is. Fear. I know you’re going to be fine. I won’t think about any other possibility.”
“That’s right. There’s no other possibility. If I can survive Hell, I’ve got this. We’re going to get him back and get home safely.”
I sure as fuck hope so.
The backs of my eyes burn as I reach down for his waist bags and backpack. His scent clings to them, which is both comforting and constricting.
I want to scream.
The fact that we won’t reach him by tonight is enough to send pure madness running through my mind.
By the time the two of us emerge from my room, all the guys are back around the kitchen table, handing Amick things to put in the illusion cube.
My eyes widen at the array of food, water bottles, healing supplies, and all kinds of other stuff.
“Wow, you two gathered that fast.”
Creed grunts, and my eyes roam over his swords strapped to his back.
I wonder if he’s going to give me one again when we get there.
“We always keep emergency kits ready. We just had to grab a few and some other things.”
“Why…never mind.”
Obviously, they have emergency kits ready. They’ve lived with the fear of being taken by their father for years.
They’ve always been ready to run.
Amick puts the last item in the cube—that I didn’t realize could expand as large as it is now. Once he shrinks it back down and slides it in his pocket, he nods.
I swallow.
“That’s everything. V is going to take us—”
“You all have visitors approaching the house.”
