her with emotionless eyes.
She put the car in drive, giving him a blinding smile and staring off. He stared out of the window, aware of the heavy breathing coming from the back and the insane woman beside him. All he wanted to do was drain her and throw her out of the window, but that wouldn’t do. She knew where they were, and he didn’t.
All of his instincts had turned off, his six sense a numb loss in the back of his mind. Missy chattered the whole entire drive, making his head hurt. When she started to tell him how much he stunk, he growled and turned his eyes on her.
“I’ll bring out the bad word if I have to,” he hissed, pushing himself into the doorway, trying to get as far away from her as possible.
“Do it, and I’ll give you to my brother’s. I’ll cry and then you’ll be dead. Boom,” she said, eyes flaring. Her hands tightened around the wheel as glared at each other.
Finally, a small whimper came from the back. It broke the silence and almost had him unlocking the door of the car. “Let me out. Let. Me. Out.”
“Scared, weakling?” she laughed.
“I’ll take her binky away. It will be out of the window in less than two seconds. Don’t call me a weakling,” he snarled.
She gasped. “You wouldn’t!”
“I would.”
“You are a cruel and horrible man. How could you make a poor baby cry like that?”
“Maybe,” he said bleakly, “I was hoping it would make you cry.”
Missy turned in her seat sharply, completely forgetting that she was driving. Her eyes snapped fire at him as she raised a finger, stabbing him on his bare chest. “If you are going to treat your savior like this, you can just shove –“
“Do you always ramble so much?” he asked carelessly. Why was he even bothering? he thought.
“Oh my god. Get out. Get out get out getoutgetoutgetout!” she screamed, lunging for the car door handle. Just before he could shove her off of him, the car jerked and then she was screeching.
Feeling his ears pop, he took control of the steering wheel and righted it, staring at her. “Just. Drive. And try not to kill your niece.”
“Oh!” she gasped. Then she smiled at him. “See, you care.”
His eyes crossed.
“Her name is Maggy, and she’s barely one. My sister went out of town with a friend of hers, and they got back last night. She said I could bring her over tonight. Poor Maggy; she missed her momma so much. Didn’t you, honey?” she asked, reaching a hand back to touch the baby’s hand.
Zyn felt his gut clench when he turned around. Nestled in a pink buddle, strapped securely to the baby seat, was a little ball with bright blue eyes and a dark patch of hair. Her hands were as chubby as her cheeks and with the binky in her mouth, it scrunched up her face and made her look almost like…a pug. She let out a gurgle and reached up with a hand, latching onto strands of his hair.
Extracting himself from her, he turned around in his seat and was silent the rest of the way. He didn’t stop Missy from talking, and the more she did so, the more her soft accent became pronounced. She had the weirdest look on things, and told him the weirdest stories about her family.
When she started telling him about how her brother Joe had once got her to duck-and-roll out of a moving car, he zoned out. In his head, he couldn’t stop from thinking that the baby, Maggy, looked just as his Jamie had when she’d been a baby.
He slipped his hand inside of his jeans and searched for the thing piece of paper, only breathing when his fingers curled around it.
What he wouldn’t do to see her happy…smiling…
…Alive.
Chapter 18
Devlin had gone missing, Lucian was becoming more and more grouchy, and Jamie was in complete heaven. Talon spent much more time with her, making sure to tend to her every whim and need. Lucian would see her in the hall, walking hand in hand with Talon, and give them the worst look ever.
It was amazing.
He came to bed early and made love to her all through the night, kissing every part of her and making her feel like the woman she was becoming. They would stay up after that, cuddling and enjoying each other’s presence. A week after the incident with Chris, it became apparent that what she felt