A Vigil in the Mourning (Soulbound #4) - Hailey Turner Page 0,117
their pack’s home.
Patrick pulled up his GPS app and accessed the address in it from earlier in the week. He let the tinny, electronic voice fill the SUV and Jono pulled onto the street. He could hear Wade happily munching away in the back seat, having taken the bag of chips with him.
Jono turned up the heat before reaching over and settling his hand on Patrick’s thigh. “Have you eaten anything?”
“I’ve been fed,” Patrick muttered, closing his eyes and tilting the seat back a little.
“Have you been seen to by a doctor? You’re moving a bit funny.”
“Got checked out. I’m okay.”
And he was—mostly. His soul hadn’t been damaged, and being able to tap a ley line had gone a long ways toward evening out the fight against Ethan and Hannah. The aftermath of clearing Millennium Park once he’d changed clothes had taken hours, and it was still ongoing. Patrick had reported what he could to Setsuna over an unsecured line, and then again to Dabrowski in person.
Blaming the Dominion Sect for the appearance of Yggdrasil in Chicago would only give the SOA a pass for so long. The public would want to know why the agency hadn’t tracked the terrorist group down before the veil tore. Patrick knew a lot of finger-pointing was going to happen. The SOA was lucky the whole mess hadn’t turned into another Thirty-Day War.
“What about where we’re going? What do you need to do there?” Jono asked.
Patrick curled his hand over Jono’s, tucking his fingers beneath a warm palm. “I got a warrant to search the place for an item of interest.”
“You’re going to execute a warrant by yourself?”
“I’m bringing you, aren’t I?” Jono squeezed his hand, and Patrick leaned the seat back a little more. “You guys will stay in the car. I don’t anticipate there being a problem, but if there is, you’ll have my six.”
“Always,” Jono promised. Silence settled between them, and Patrick was fighting off sleep when Jono spoke up again. “I’m sorry.”
Patrick cracked open one eye, turning his head a little to look at Jono. “What?”
“For not telling you about Fenrir taking us through the veil when I met with Lucien. I meant to, but you were going to walk out of the hotel room, and I…”
Jono’s voice trailed off, and Patrick opened both his eyes. “I would’ve come back.”
The words came easily to his lips. Patrick hoped Jono could smell the truth on him, because he meant it. Soulbond aside, walking away from Jono wasn’t an option. Jono’s grip on Patrick’s thigh tightened.
“Jono.” Patrick waited until the other man looked at him. “I would have come back.”
Patrick couldn’t say the words buried in his chest, in his heart, too used to being hurt by the people who were supposed to care about him to give up pieces of himself like that despite everything they’d gone through. Jono’s purposeful omission about what had gone down in New York still rankled, but Patrick understood—eventually—where Jono’s position had come from in deciding to keep quiet.
Patrick didn’t like it, but he understood. He just needed some time to process it all, but it wouldn’t ever be enough to make Patrick leave Jono or the pack they were building. Nine months of being in a relationship with Jono still meant Patrick had things to learn, but one thing he was certain about was he would never leave Jono.
“Okay,” Jono said slowly before focusing on the road again.
“Are you guys done fighting?” Wade asked from the back seat. “Because it’s been awkward. And weird.”
“We got you your own room,” Patrick muttered, closing his eyes again.
“Yeah, but I can still hear you guys.”
“What have we said about eavesdropping?” Jono said mildly.
“That I should only do so strictly for pack purposes. But I mean, this is about the pack.”
“Wade.”
“Would you look at that? Someone slipped a candy bar in my pocket. I’m gonna need to eat it right away before it melts.”
“It’s snowing.”
“True, but you have the heater going.”
Patrick snorted softly before letting his brain go offline for however long it took Jono to drive them to The People’s Pawn Shop. Being able to fall asleep at a moment’s notice was an old skill he hadn’t yet lost.
Patrick jerked awake sometime later to Jono squeezing his hand and saying, “Pat. We’re here.”
Blinking rapidly, Patrick winced at how his eyes felt like sandpaper. He peered blearily out the windshield at the lit-up windows of the pawnshop. Patrick had been awake for a day and a half at this