The Deputy and His Enforcer (Kincaid Pack #3) - Kiki Clark Page 0,99
me that this wasn’t a distraction.”
Marcus turned around when he heard Doc stand, having had one ear on him the whole time just in case. “Is she going to be okay?”
Doc nodded, clapping him briefly on the shoulder. “She will. But she’ll heal faster with a little help from magic.” He glanced at Rick. “Can you spare a witch? You seem to have more than enough at the moment.”
Rick rolled his eyes. “Take Damien if you need the help, and Drake can—”
“Sir,” Marcus interrupted, braced for Rick’s anger, but all he got was a sigh. “Um, I’d like to go with them to the clinic. If that’s okay with you.”
“Yeah,” Rick said on a slow exhale, “okay. You two”—he turned to Damien and Tashmica—“go ahead and lower the barrier. Damien, you’re with Doc, and Tashmica… if either the hunter or his friend move, blast ’em.”
The shimmery barrier immediately began to dissipate as soon as they stopped their chanting, Damien bending and picking up the envelope at his feet and Tash summoning a fireball to hold in her hand as she kept her eyes on Gabriel and Keegan.
Damien held the envelope out to Marcus, smiling gently. “Here you go.”
As soon as he took it, Damien hurried over to kneel by Wendy, asking softly how he could help. Marcus was absently aware of them making a plan to lift and move her carefully to Doc’s truck, but he couldn’t take his eyes off the dirt-smeared envelope in his hand. His name was written in Mikel’s strong, thick lettering right in the middle.
“Marcus?” Doc was talking to him. Glancing up, he refocused on what was happening around him just as Doc said, “We’re ready.”
“Right. Okay.” He glanced down once more, then folded the envelope and shoved it in his back pocket. “Let’s go.”
Just as they were leaving, he heard Fiona’s screech as she returned first to the clearing, but V’s answering howl wasn’t too far in the distance. He hesitated just long enough to hear Fi give the all clear, then hurried after Doc and Damien.
Praying to the goddess that his friend would be alright.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Waking up the morning after Wendy arrived and finding his mate gone from their bed had been pretty shitty for Robson. But a week later?
He was sadly getting used to it.
Each night he did his best to tire out his increasingly stressed-out mate in an attempt to get him to sleep through the night, but each morning when he woke, Marcus’s side of the bed was freezing cold. There would be a note on his nightstand or a text on his phone letting Robson know where he was if he was out of the house. As grateful as Robson had been that Wendy was going to be okay, he’d been scared and then pissed when he’d woken up and not known where Marcus was or what was happening. Thankfully, Marcus hadn’t fought him on keeping him in the loop and had even apologized for upsetting Robson.
But they were both at their breaking point.
Sometimes Marcus would just be downstairs, staring at the letter from his old boss with a forgotten mug of coffee next to him, but some days it was worse. Some days, Robson would wake up at six and Marcus would already be gone to the manor and locked in his office. It wasn’t healthy, and it wasn’t helping Marcus figure out the coded message at the bottom of the letter.
Robson had considered asking Nico what he should do to help Marcus, but he’d hesitated. It wasn’t that he thought Nico wouldn’t help him or would make fun of Robson for seeking his advice, but Robson needed to prove to himself, his mate, and their pack that Robson could take care of Marcus on his own.
Fuck. When did it become their pack?
Throwing back the covers, Robson sat up and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, mind spinning. As much as he’d held back, worried about not having a place in the pack beyond being Marcus’s mate, he’d somehow managed to get sucked into the vortex of crazy and protective that made up Rick Kincaid’s pack. When Robson had discovered the gym in the basement and started working out with Fi and Vanessa, showing them tips to take down bigger or stronger opponents, he’d felt a rush of accomplishment. But he’d still felt like he didn’t have enough to give to be a proper pack member.
But maybe that was just his own bullshit? Leftovers of