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Cyrus pops his head in the room, looking around. “She wake up?”

“Briefly. We’re going back to the clubhouse. What do you need help with out there?”

“Nothing,” Cyrus says. “Everything is wrapped up. I’ll bring a few of the brothers back with me tomorrow to clean up. Shit is everywhere.”

“Thanks, brother,” I tell him.

I’m going to need to find a way to pay him back big time.

“Don’t worry about it,” Cyrus says before he’s gone again.

I crouch down next to Aisling as I sneak one hand under her neck until her head rests in the cradle of my arm and the other one sneaks under her knees. I carefully pick her up in one easy swoop.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

Cain and Evan follow me out with Evan in between both of us.

Aisling stirs in my arms as I make my way down the hall.

“Lachlan,” she mumbles, sounding out of it still.

“Right here, baby doll.”

“Where are we going?” Her tone is soft, with no fight left in it.

And that pisses me the fuck off.

The only time she should sound like that is after I’ve made her come, not because some piece of shit punched her face in.

“Back to the clubhouse. Go back to sleep. I’ve got you,” I tell her, my voice low as I try to mask the rage I’m feeling.

“Kay…” Her eyes fully close.

By the time we make it out front, Cyrus is already surveying the neighborhood, seeing nothing but dark, but we know firsthand the devil always comes out of the shadows as Prez puts the bags in the trunk and opens the doors for Evan and me.

I wait for him to lay the seat back before laying Aisling down in it.

“Put this around her neck so her head isn’t bobbing all over the place. I’ve seen how all of you drive.” Doc pins me with a look as he hands me a neck pillow. “I’ll follow you guys back.”

“Hey,” I call to Cyrus. His eyes briefly move to me to let me know he heard me but quickly go back to watching everything around us. “When you were wrapping things up did you happen to see Frigg?”

“Frigg?” Cyrus asks, sounding confused.

“The cat.”

“Didn’t see a cat.” Cyrus shakes his head. “Sorry, brother.”

“It’s not your fault. She’s probably spooked.”

I look between the house and a sleeping Aisling, knowing as soon as she wakes up again her second question is going to be if Frigg is okay.

I don’t want to be the person that tells her I don’t know.

“Goddammit,” I growl as I slam the car door shut.

“I’ll watch them, don’t worry,” Evan says as Cain snorts as I walk past him.

“Don’t fucking start.”