Page 117 of Where We Promise

Where was she?

Silas began searching the room like I started to. In all the chaos, I realized she had never reappeared. I had assumed Silas had taken her to safety.

“Where the fuck is she?” Silas asked, his eyes growing frantic. They landed on me, and my face became as white as a ghost.

We stared at one another, my lip began to tremble because if she hadn’t been with him or put somewhere safe. Then…where the hell was she?

“Tell me you know,” Silas rasped, his voice shuddering. His eyes panicked and wild.

A tear slid free as I shook my head.

Killian glanced at me, then Silas.

I thought back to what Tuck had said about Fable. Oh god.

“Silas,” I choked, walking toward him, “Tuck…he said Fable was here today. Miles asked where, but Tuck just said he was around…what if he…”

I couldn’t say it.

I couldn’t breathe.

Silas froze, his face went slack…his features ghostly white. With a choked sound, he stumbled back outside into the dark.

I followed, unsure of how I could help but desperately wanting to. I watched as he slowly sank to his knees, hitting the gravel. His fingers speared through the loose rocks, gripping them tightly.

I heard him muttering something in that language he spoke with Natty. Maybe a prayer, or a promise.

Then in English, he whispered. “Caelum.”

Jameson was suddenly behind me, braced against his crutches. Killian and Laura were there too, watching as the fallen reaper remained in the dirt.

“What do we do, Silas?” I rasped as terror gripped my heart.

The Death Raider slowly got to his feet, swiping at his eyes and then leveled us all with a solemn glare.

“Pray.”

THIRTY-SEVEN

JAMESON

SIX WEEKS LATER

“I don’t know how I feel about this…it just feels like it’s too much.” Giles wavered, thrusting his hand into his hair.

Killian smiled, but it was sad. “I failed you, Giles. You’re an amazing vice president, but I think no matter how much Wes says he’s out, he just never really will be.”

Wes ducked his face, twirling his ring around his finger. We gave him a few seconds to gather himself, and then he agreed.

“I never wanted to be president…but this club, it’s in my blood. Seeing my father-in-law come to aid us while he’s sick…” Wes shook his head. “I’m not leaving the club. We’re family to the end.”

“That extends to you, Giles,” Killian said.

My cousin glanced up at me, worry feathering his brow. “Jameson…this was yours and your dad’s.”

“Which is exactly why I want you to step in and take it. Keep it in the family. You’re a King, Giles. It’s perfect. Brick will be a great vice president.” I glanced over at Brick who nodded at Giles.

“I’m ready to serve, we can rebuild this and make it great.”

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