“You just might have to work at it. You know, spend time together, get to know each other.” Laz shrugged. “Woo her.”
Gunner ran a hand over his beard. “How the hell do I do that?”
“Fucked if I know.”
“Awesome.” His brothers were right. Just because Gunner felt it, didn’t mean she did, and he fucking needed her to feel it as well. He needed her close to him. And every time he thought about that fucking demon locking her in that basement, starving her, doing fuck knew what else to her, he had to fight not to lose his shit all over again.
Shoving through the stairwell door, his brothers right behind him, he took the two flights of stairs to the control room where Chaos was waiting for them. He wanted to talk about their next move, and Gunner was right there with him. If it were up to him, he’d take that demon out, slowly and painfully.
Kryos and Chaos looked up as they opened the door, Silas as well. Gunner had no idea where the male had been this last week, but he looked as if he hadn’t slept much. In fact, he looked like hell. The angel had managed to text Chaos while he was MIA, after he spoke to Lucifer’s handmaid, and unfortunately when Diemos locked Lucifer out of Hell, he locked his handmaids out as well.
As soon as they gathered around Chaos, their brother’s gaze slid to Gunner. “What can you tell us?”
Gunner’s spine straightened, and the constant anger he’d had swirling inside him since he found Luna in the condition she’d been in, shot higher. Silas’s hand landed on his shoulder, no doubt sensing just how close to the edge he was.
“Not one fucking thing,” Gunner bit out.
Chaos let out a breath that could mean a lot of things, none of them good. “We need all the info she can give us, Gunner, you have to know that.”
“She’s been conscious two days, Chaos. She’s confused and scared…”
“Rocco’s female…her life, a whole hell of a lot more, could depend on what Luna knows,” Chaos said.
“She needs more time. I’m not forcing this. We question her now, she could run. She could be caught, I could…” Lose her again. He ground his molars. Yeah, Chaos was right, but he wouldn’t risk scaring Luna by questioning her if she wasn’t yet ready to talk.
“How does she seem?” Silas asked. “She’s been through some serious trauma, emotionally and physically. What can we do to help her?”
Chaos’s gaze softened. “I’m not a heartless monster. Silas is right, we’ll do whatever you need to help your female, to make sure she’s solid. But we need answers, and quickly. We need to know what she…”
“Ask me whatever you want,” a strong but slightly shaky voice said from the door.
They all turned. Luna stood there with Grace. She was shifting from foot to foot as she took in his brothers, as if she were preparing to run if she had to.
Gunner moved to her instantly, unable to stay away when she was in the same room. He stopped in front of her. “You don’t have to, love, if you’re not ready.”
She tilted her head back, her violet eyes catching his. “It’s fine. I’m okay. Ask your questions.”
Grace moved closer, silently offering her support without touching her friend. She obviously knew about Luna's aversion to being touched.
Gunner turned back to his brothers, who had fanned out, knowing that all together they were intimidating. Zen had rested against the desk, Kryos had taken a seat. All purposely not staring at her and freaking her out.
Silas moved forward, smiling kindly down at her. “I’m Silas, and these are Gunner’s brothers.”
Seeing the two of them together was kind of wild. They both had the same style: all in black. Though, whereas Luna looked like a moody little goth, the six-and-a-half-foot angel warrior with his tattoos, black clothes, heavy boots, and thick black lashes ringing his silver eyes, looked more like some satanic serial killer.
Luna offered an uncertain smile.
“Hey, Luna,” Kryos said.
She bit her lips as she took them all in, still shifting from one foot to the other.
“You have nothing to fear from any of us,” Silas added. “Nothing you say here will be held against you. No blame, not for anything, do you understand?”
Gunner frowned. What the hell was he talking about?
Luna nodded up at him, eyes wide.
Gunner grabbed a chair and motioned for her to sit. She did,