Page List

Font Size:

Jeremy laughed as he opened the door.

Her room was near the guest area and the medical building, so it didn’t take long to reach the outer doors.

“Hey, the door to the storage building is open slightly,” Jeremy said, pointing to the building across the way. “I’ll go close it. One of the guys must not have shut it tight.”

“Okay, I’ll see you inside.”

Morry could hear Trev arguing before she reached the next set of doors, and he didn’t have his happy tone. That was the voice he used when he was livid. It didn’t happen often, but when it did, watch out.

The door beeped and unlocked as she swiped her card and walked in to find Trev nose-to-nose with Wolf. Even though Wolf was injured, he looked ready to fight, and Duke was barking and running around them.

“Hey, this is a fucking hospital and my place. None of you get to fight one another in my home, and certainly not in a medical building.” She pointed to the red and white sign on the wall that said no fighting. This was not her first time dealing with men who thought they were superheroes.

Neither of them looked her way, but their body language relaxed.

“He won’t get out of my way or tell me what I want to know,” Wolf growled.

“You’re supposed to be resting. You collapsed because you’re not ready to get up,” Trev said.

“Don’t give me that bullshit. You’re the one who will get in our face and order us to keep going,” Wolf argued, and he had a point.

“We were in the middle of nowhere and being hunted down. I’m pretty sure that is what you call extenuating circumstances,” Trev countered, which was also a good point.

“Okay, enough. It’s fucking three in the morning. No one is going to be saving the world right now. Wolf, get back into bed and tell us what you need to tell us. Trev, you will answer all his questions if he promises to remain there until at least eight o’clock.”

The two men eyed each other and then looked over. “Deal,” they said in unison.

“Great, let’s go then. Back to your room.”

“Could one of you tell me why men never grow up?” All those in the corridor, including Doc Henry, looked at her.

“Speak for yourself. I’m grown up,” Trev said.

“You may indeed be the only man I’ve ever met who decided to grow up,” she said, earning a snort of disgust from Wolf. “The key word is may.”

They helped Wolf to bed, and as he relaxed, she could see how much effort his little excursion had taken out of him.

Wolf’s eyes found her. “I remember. We were trying to get to you,” he said, and her brows drew together.

“We? There was no one else in the Hummer,” she said, as fear sent her pulse racing. Had they missed someone? Were they lying out there all this time?

“We were staying at Jimmy’s cottage hiding out because we didn’t know who to trust, and I didn’t know she knew about the Righteous. She hadn’t mentioned that she knew you. Fuck.”

“Whoa. Who,” Morry asked again as the nervous tension made the hair on the back of her neck prickle.

“Maeve. Maeve was with me, and….” Wolf rubbed his face. “They took her. They chased us down everywhere we stopped, and I shouldn’t have stayed so long. I was being selfish with our time.”

Shock rendered Morry speechless. Reaching out, she gripped Wolf’s arm, and his terrified expression amped up her own fear. “Who? Who took her?”

“I don’t know for sure, but they hired guys from the Righteous, and those fuckers tried to kill me three times to get to her.”

“Oh my god,” she said, jumping to her feet to pace the room.

All this time, she wondered where the hell Maeve was and couldn’t understand why she couldn’t find any sign of her. None of this was making sense, though.

“Who would want Maeve? I don’t understand this.”

“I think I may have the answer to that,” Trev said as he leaned against the wall. She and Wolf looked over at him, and he sighed. “There have been issues within the group for months. I started to get a bad feeling just before Miller suddenly rose from the dead and claimed the group would be destroyed. One thing after another has kept happening. When Maeve was arrested, I got an anonymous phone call from a masked and untraceable voice saying that I needed to go to the precinct because someone there needed representation.”