Page 7 of Deliverance

How did he get those images so quickly? Was someone following us? I hadn’t seen anyone, but was this how he found HQ?

Adrian clasped Dominic’s shoulder. “I think it’s best if you come home with us. The penthouse has better security than any FIA safe house right now, I bet.”

Dominic’s eyes met mine. “If that’s okay with you?”

“Of course,” I said easily.

I didn’t examine why the thought of him going off to the FIA safe house and being vulnerable to Kingfisher filled me with dread. That was something to unpack another time.

“You can crash with me,” Adrian said. “I have an extra bedroom in my apartment.”

“Perfect,” Danny said. “Now take her home, please.”

I rolled my eyes but reached out and grabbed Sebastian’s offered hand. “Danny doesn’t believe that I’ll sleep of my own accord.”

I was a little insulted when the whole group laughed. Even Dominic.

“Oh, fuck off, all of you,” I grumbled, only half serious.

“I believe you’re capable of many things.” Sebastian pressed a kiss to my temple.

“Except sleeping, apparently.”

“I just think you quite like our way of making you sleep.”

Danny groaned. “Okay, that’s my cue. I don’t need to hear that.”

Danny and Izzy went back into Grace’s room, and we headed out. Exiting the hospital, everyone’s head was on a swivel, but I didn’t see anything suspicious. Not that it really mattered. If he was able to take photos of us without any of us noticing and blow up HQ, which was supposed to be a secret location, we probably wouldn’t see him coming anyway. Which wassucha comforting thought.

When we got back to the penthouse, I expected to get off on my floor with Adrian and Dominic, but Adrian kissed me sweetly and nudged me back onto the elevator. Alexander took my hand, drawing me close to him.

“I need you close tonight, baby girl,” he murmured, and I leaned back into him.

“Okay.”

I wasn’t going to argue. Tonight was going to be rough with nightmares. I already knew it, and Alexander was more familiar with my nightmares than the others. Not that the others wouldn’t help. I always slept better next to them, but tonight I was content to let Alexander take the lead.

When we entered the penthouse, Marcus touched my elbow, and Alexander pressed a kiss on my temple, then strode to his bedroom.

“You okay?” Marcus murmured, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

His hands slowly rose to rest on my hips as if he didn’t want to scare me away. I stepped closer to him, pressing my forehead to his chest.

“I don’t know,” I confessed.

I was so used to handling everything, to being fine even when I wasn’t, because what other choice did I have? But Marcus would appreciate my honesty.

His arms tightened around me. “That’s okay. We’re going to figure this out.”

“But what if we can’t?” I voiced the quiet fear that had been circulating in my head for the last few hours.

“We will.” His firm confidence eased the knot of tension in my stomach slightly. He pulled back slightly and kissed my forehead. “Now, go, let my brothers take care of you tonight. Everything will look clearer in the morning.”

I rose on my toes and pressed a kiss to the underside of his jaw. “Thank you,” I whispered softly.

His green eyes darkened. “Any time, sweetheart.”

“Come on, my darling,” Sebastian said. He leaned against the wall of the hallway a couple of steps away. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”