Page 96 of Hide Little Traitor

“At three in the morning?”

I shrug, but he’s right. It’s not worth the risk, not when it’s Chloe’s life in jeopardy.

“Corbin’s checking the cameras, but I doubt he’s going to find anything.”

“It’s not like you to be so defeated, boss.” I chuckle, earning me an irritated glare.

“Head back to the house and start packing up. We’ll wait to wake Chloe until we’re ready to go. She needs the rest.”

“You sure you’re okay out here by yourself?”

He glares at me over the top of his phone, and I don’t bother arguing, instead tracing my own steps back toward the cabin.

By the time I step into the warm living room, a bleary-eyed Damon is pacing the length of the space with a gun in his hand, which is promptly pointed at me.

It takes him a second to realize I’m not a threat, and he drops it to his side. “What’s going on? I heard you two head outside.”

I try to hide the smirk that tugs at my lips, but it appears of its own accord. “For someone that claims to hate Chloe as much as you do, you’re awfully protective of her.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps.

I shake my head and shuck my jacket. “Someone tripped the perimeter alarm. There’s a set of footprints a hundred yards from the cabin.”

He curses. “Where’s Kingston?”

“Making some calls. We’re leaving as soon as we can pack up all our shit.”

He frowns as he glances out the front window, but I decide against pointing out his concern for someone else he claims to hate.

Damon is the definition of a work in progress.

“Where are we going to go?”

“No clue.” I shrug. “King has houses across the country, but he might decide that going abroad is safer in the meantime. It’ll be harder for them to track us across oceans and might help us narrow down who it is that’s hunting us.”

Something crosses his eyes, but it’s gone before I have a chance to analyze it.

“I’ll stand guard while you pack your shit, and then we can swap while I do King’s room and wake Ronan and Chloe.”

He nods, tucking his gun into the back of his sweatpants and moving into his room without pausing.

As badly as I want to trust him, there’s something Damon isn’t telling us, and until he comes clean, he’s going to remain at the top of my suspect list.

CHAPTER SIXTY

CHLOE

NOW

“Siren.” Ryker’s voice is soft as it pulls me from a deep sleep that I’m desperate to stay in. “Come on, Chlo. We gotta go.”

Go? Go where? It’s so warm and comfortable here. Why would I ever want to leave? I think to myself as I snuggle deeper into the blankets.

Neither of the warm bodies I fell asleep between is still there, making me frown.

“Don’t pout, Sparrow,” Ronan says from my other side, amusement seeping into his words.

Tugging the blanket over my head to shut them out, a soft sigh of contentment leaves me. I could stay here in this cabin forever, surrounded by the people that make me feel safe…and Damon.