Page 78 of Out for Blood
He turned his head to meet my gaze. “What?”
“I remember that you always kept me from falling. You still do. That’s what really matters.”
He pulled me into a hug, and I disappeared in his big arms. “I love you, Cass.”
“I love you too.”
It had been a long time since we’d hugged for no reason.
Too long.
“I’m sorry you’ve been going it alone with the Imperium Fratrum stuff,” he said when he pulled away.
I smiled. “I haven’t actually.”
He nodded, and for the first time, it didn’t seem grudging.
“Is there room for me to help?”
“There’s always room for you. And we need all the help we can get.”
Bram set the pictures back in the box and got to his feet. When he looked down at me, his dark eyes burned not with regret but with vengeance.
“Then let’s find the motherfucker who killed our parents.”
35
CASSIE
We lefteverything from the storage unit with Bram, including the FOIA documents. We’d been looking at them for over a week and hadn’t come up with anything. Maybe Bram, Poe, and Remy would have better luck.
In the meantime, I had Alina Volkova’s social media accounts to keep me busy, and I hadn’t given up finding a connection that might lead us to Dimitri. Plus, I still had the phone from the paper mill, and I had a weird feeling I wasn’t done with it yet.
Or maybe it wasn’t done with us.
Still, I was glad we’d spent the time with Bram. Glad and relieved.
I wasn’t sure my brother would ever be best friends with the Hawks, but at least they weren’t trying to kill each other.
I was sleepy as Vigo navigated the G-Wagon through the dark streets of Blackwell Falls on the way home — it hadn’t helped that Maeve had stuffed me full of so much good food — and I’d started to doze off in the back seat next to Hawk when a ringing alarm made me jerk upright.
“What’s that? What’s wrong?”
Hawk was staring at his phone. “It’s the alarm at the house. Someone’s there.”
“What the fuck…” Jagger said.
Vigo tightened his hands on the wheel and the car shot forward as he accelerated, the G-Wagon’s engine roaring in the night.
“Who is it?” Vigo asked, looking at Hawk in the rearview mirror.
“Don’t know,” Hawk said. “They’ve cut the camera feed.”
My stomach turned, and adrenaline flooded my body as Vigo tore through the rural roads surrounding Blackwell Falls. The Hawks’ home had become my home. The thought of anyone breaching that private space, the private space where so much had happened, felt almost sacrilegious.
“The police will come right?” I asked. “Doesn’t the alarm send them an alert or something?”
“Not if I call them off,” Hawk said, tapping at his phone.
