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He doesn’t look away. Neither do I.

His hand is on the small of my back, urging me toward him as we rock together.

“Garrison,” I moan, clinging to him as my climax races closer.

“I know.” He pulls me into his arms, so tight, no part of me isn’t touching him. “Let me give you everything you need, Resa.”

He doesn’t let me go.

Not after I slump against his chest when sleep insistently tugs at me.

Not even after his knot releases me and he has no reason to cling to me as hard as he is.

He holds me like he intends to keep me in his arms forever.

Chapter 53

Vaughn

“You know that thing I told Garrison I wouldn’t do? Well, I’m doing it. Come on. I need your help in the computer room.” I push myself to my feet, my chair legs scraping along hardwood floors.

“Vaughn?” Frost calls after me as he trails me from the kitchen.

I give the staircase a long look as I pass it. Resa is upstairs in a spare room. So is Garrison.

If Resa had wanted to go to a free heat clinic, we’d have taken her and spent the next four days camped outside watching the door of her suite to make sure no one stepped foot in it.

We’d have kept her safe.

But after an alpha abducted her from a heat clinic, I’m not surprised she chose Garrison. It’s a choice she shouldn’t have had to make, and the thought has been pissing me off with each passing second. Time to do something useful with this anger.

“Vaughn.” Frost grabs my arm and I swing around, glaring.

“It’s not safe, and yes, I fully accept all the blame Garrison levels our way, but?—”

“You’re walking too slow. Move.” Frost nudges me aside. “Also, you type like an old lady.”

I hide my relief that I don’t have to waste time trying to convince him this is the right thing to do as we head for the computer room.

Roman is watching Everleigh’s mother. Blaine is at Frost’s house, and I don’t know what his head is going to be like after this, but not good. Lex is with Marie since none of us wanted him around if shit hit the fan at the house, so it’s just me and Frost.

I’d gotten used to seeing Resa at the computers. When Frost swings the door open, revealing an empty room, I get angry all over again.

She was supposed to be safe here, and some prick scales a tree and hits her with drugs so strong it triggers her heat.

“Why’d you think he did it?” Frost’s fingers fly over the keyboard. “The drug and not a bullet.”

“She killed Nathaniel Lang’s son,” I say.

If he could make a shot like that, from a tree on the main road, about five miles away, he could have put a bullet in her head. Killed her. Easily. Instead, he gives her a drug that might kill her baby. She takes out his son, and he pays someone to take out her child.

He wants her to suffer through that loss, and then he’ll kill her. We sent Lex away and both Frost and I are carrying because we expect the next shot to be a bullet.

I’m not waiting for that shot.

Garrison has principles and morals, and ordinarily, I would too. But not about this. No one shoots at Resa and lives through it. Like Resa said, I’d rather be the one making a mess.

Frost tears through surveillance footage from our garden. Then there’s the research into Hancock Security that Blaine started and saved in our shared drives. Stuff on Nathaniel Lang who spends his days in his mansion and his nights attending galas with his wife.

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