Fang didn’t repeat himself, and she knew without a doubt that if she didn’t move within the next two minutes, he was going to move her himself.
Before she could warn him not to try that, Skorpion laid a hand on her shoulder. “Go. The second I know something, I’ll let you know.”
Grinding her teeth, Luna conceded, glancing over at Uilleam as she moved to Fang’s side. There was no point in fighting it. “Fine.”
Pocketing her keys, Luna headed for the doors the Wild Bunch had come out of. Thanatos walked ahead of her, Invictus behind, with Fang and T?cut on wither side. If she didn't know any better, she would have thought it was her life that'd been threatened.
Thanatos put his phone to his ear once the gates closed and said, “Package secure. Two hours out.”
“Is that K—”
Before she could ask, he hung up, stowing the device away. It had been a while since she had been around their group, but she had forgotten how serious they could be when they were on the job.
Downstairs, there was a Challenger at the curb, and what looked like a massive moving truck.
“Don’t worry,” Fang said as he shuffled her into the back of the muscle car. “Your bike’s in the truck.”
She could tell she was in for a long ride, but she hadn't realized they were heading out of the city, or that they weren't going for his chateau.
Knowing better than to ask—they rarely told her anything—Luna figured it would be best for her to wait and see once they arrived. Even after all these years, she still couldn’t say just how many properties Kit owned in New York, let alone the rest of the world.
Settling in for the ride, she tried closing her eyes, letting the chaos running rampant in her head have a chance to calm down, but every time she did, all she could see was Uilleam dying beneath her.
Counting backward in her head, she forced herself to think about anything other than the last hour.
She thought about Kit—the way he’d smiled when she walked to him on the beach. She thought about his need to check his phone every twenty minutes for work. It didn’t feel like it was only yesterday that they got back from their honeymoon.
She almost wished she could go back in time and hold onto yesterday just a little bit tighter, but the other part of her was glad that she had been back.
Luna was dozing off when they turned onto a gravel road. She sat up a little straighter, peering through the windows to try and make sense of where she was.
It didn’t help that she was always traveling, with and without Kit, so though she had lived in New York for four years, she still wasn’t familiar with every part of it.
Once they reached a clearing, at least two miles from the road, Fang was the first one out of the car, grabbing her arm, albeit gently, and pulled her out, walking her through the house until they reached an upstairs bedroom.
Yanking on the spine of a book, tumblers came undone as the bookcase gave way to a panic room.
“Boss is en route. Stay put.”
Fang locked her in before she could get a word in. As far as panic rooms went, this one was undoubtedly state of the art, but the last thing she wanted to be doing was being locked in a room.
Dropping down on the lone couch in the room, she dug her phone out, but to her luck, she had no bars.
Once again, the only thing she could do was wait.
But this time, it wasn’t for long.
The sharp click of a lock disengaging had her sitting up, an angry retort at the tip of her tongue for having been locked in this room, but she swallowed them back down at the look on Kit’s face.
Whatever annoyance she felt bled away as she glanced down at herself, then back to him, realizing how she looked. “I’m fine.”
But that wasn’t enough
The sight of her covered in blood had frozen him in place, but the moment he spoke, he was reaching for her, his hands ghosting over every inch of her as though to reassure himself of what she’d just said.
She let him, waiting until he was back on his feet before saying again, “I’m fine.”
Kit still didn’t speak, cradling her face in his bigger hands, eyes assessing. “Jesus, Luna. What happened?”
Drawing in a breath, she did, starting from the time she arrived until the moment the Wild Bunch had come to retrieve her. Kit didn’t interrupt, hardly blinked, but once she finished and he seemed to take a moment to fully digest what she’d told him, his brows drew together.
“California, you said? Why would he want you there?”
Luna shrugged. “We never got around to that.”
A muscle worked in his jaw, but whatever thoughts were running through his head, he didn’t share.
“Have you heard from Skorpion, or Zachariah?”
“He’s stable,” he said before pressing a hard kiss to her forehead. “I was told I had you to thank for that.”
Under most circumstances, the Runehart brothers were at odds, often at each other’s throats, but despite outward appearances, Luna knew how much Kit cared for his brother.
“You don’t have to thank me.”
She loved Uilleam too.