Page 81 of Striker’s Rebel

“I said horrible things to you.”

“You’re still my sister.” I pull back and look at her. “Pack a bag.”

This time, she does.

No defending him.

No excuses.

Twenty minutes later, McKenna is waiting outside the shelter.

Eliana looks at the building, then at me.

“You really think I should stay here?”

“For now.”

She swallows and nods.

Before she follows McKenna inside, she hugs me hard.

“You are my family.”

My throat burns.

“You’re mine too.”

She holds on for another second, then lets McKenna take her inside.

I watch the door close behind them.

Striker comes up beside me.

“She’s safe.”

I nod.

His phone rings.

“Yeah.”

He listens for a few seconds.

His expression changes.

“Where?”

A pause.

“Keep eyes on it. I’m coming.”

He hangs up.

“What happened?”

“Club found something.”

The liquor.