as he looked around. “I think I’m going to go back home to start packing,” he told Griffith. “Just text or call me when you need me to come back to pick you up.”
Griffith frowned. “You don’t have to go. It’ll only take a moment. I know she’s home, so I just have to find her.”
Dasha shrugged. “I know, but it’s probably better if I do. You have to talk to your mother, and Lawrence looks like he might set the house on fire with his glare. It looks like you have things to clear up, and I’m probably not the best person to do that in front of. No offense, but I already have enough problems on my own.”
Dasha had found his mate recently, and even though they were bonded, they were still trying to work around each other, to find their way in their relationship. It would take time. Some days, Lawrence and Griffith still didn’t quite fit together as well as they probably should, but Lawrence wouldn’t change that for anything in the world. No matter what had happened, no matter how rough it had been or how they’d ended up together, he loved his mate.
Griffin nodded. “All right. I’ll let you know as soon as we’re ready.”
Lawrence wished Dasha wasn’t leaving. He didn’t want to spend any length of time in this house, although he supposed he might as well get over that, considering that he and the other assassins were probably going to stay here at least a few days, possibly more. Even though Griffith still had to ask his mother, Lawrence doubted she would say no. She wanted to fix things with her son, and Lawrence got it. He hoped for both their sakes that they’d manage to find their way into a new relationship now that Griffith’s father was out of the picture, but he couldn’t help how he felt from being in this house.
Luckily for Lawrence, it didn’t take long at all for Griffith to find his mother in the large house and ask her if they could move all the assassins and their mates in for a few days. Lawrence wasn’t surprised when she agreed readily. She looked happier when they left than she had when they’d arrived, and something settled in Lawrence’s chest. He might not be comfortable here, but this felt like the right thing to do, and not just because it would mean that North and Armand wouldn’t end up killing each other. Griffith deserved a relationship with his mother, if that was what he wanted, and this might be the first step for him to get that.
Dasha picked them up only seconds after Griffith texted him, and Lawrence finally relaxed as they shimmered back to the warehouse. It felt like an oven right now, but this was home. Lawrence might have to spend several days away, but he’d come back. He always would.
“What’s that?” Griffith asked as they stepped out of the hallway onto the stairs, his voice alarmed.
Lawrence turned to look in the direction he was staring at. “What?”
“There was a man. I saw him sneaking up the stairs.”
Lawrence frowned and looked harder. He didn’t see anything, but he trusted Griffith. “Are you sure you saw someone?”
Griffith nodded. “I am. It could have been one of us, but I didn’t recognize him, and with the alarms off because of the blackout....”
“Shit. We need to catch him.” He didn’t know who this person was, but they couldn’t allow anyone to sneak into the warehouse. This place was full of assassins, of people who needed to keep their home and lives safe. They were a secret, so no one was supposed to know where they lived, but obviously, that wasn’t always the case. They had plenty of people after them who wouldn’t miss this opportunity, so they needed to catch whoever this was and make sure they didn’t hurt the mates or one of the assassins.
But they were too late.
Lawrence rushed up the stairs, but whoever had been there was gone. Lawrence looked around, using his senses, but he didn’t notice anything. “Are you sure it was a person?” he asked Griffith.
Griffin nodded curtly. “It was. I noticed him just as we walked through the door.”
They were still on the stairs, coming from the shimmering room and on their way upstairs to the kitchen. Whoever this was could be anywhere. The stairs led both upstairs to the living quarters and downstairs to the garage. That gave this person