Page 93 of Cohesion

Quinn’s eyes closed as too many emotions swamped him. Fear. Loss. Anger.

Where are you, Seb?

They’d spent so much time and so many resources trying to keep him safe, and in the end, none of it had mattered. He’d been snatched in broad daylight, right from under their fingertips.

Will reached up and took his hand, squeezing lightly. “We’re going to find him.”

“I know,” Quinn said. Except he didn’t know. Jericho and his team hadn’t been able to find this guy. Him having Sebastian—and Spencer—wasn’t going to make himeasierto find. If anything, it would make it so much harder. They would be even more careful now.

Whatever they were looking for, they thought Sebastian had it. What would they do to him, to get what they wanted?

Quinn’s stomach flipped uncomfortably.

No. He couldn’t think about this. Couldn’t let it affect him. The only priority was getting Sebastian back. Back in their arms, where he belonged.

He checked Will’s wound to distract himself. It had been cleaned, likely when it’d been looked at, but it needed another clean. And there were clumps of dried blood in his hair. A shower. Clean clothes. Rest.

All the things he should have been able to get now. Things theyallneeded.

The locks on the door on the other side of the room disengaged, and Quinn kissed the top of Will’s head quickly before sliding into the seat beside him.

The man that came through in a prison outfit was vaguely familiar, in that Quinn knew of him, had been aware of him, but had never seen him in person before. There had been periods where Quinn had ignored anything that was remotely connected to Sebastian, in a futile attempt to forget that he existed. Especially during the months he’d been with Eric because he really had tried to make something with him. It had been a complete disaster, but he’d given it all he was capable of. Far less than Eric had deserved.

Then there had been other times where he’d gone crazy, devouring anything that had Sebastian’s name anywhere near it. Rohan’s case had been one of those times.

He’d thought he knew how hard Sebastian had fought. But that wasn’t right, was it? This had beenpersonalfor Sebastian. He fought all his cases hard, was a top, feared defence lawyer for a reason, but this one had been different. One of his first cases. Possibly his first loss. That stuck with a person.

Rohan’s bright, curly blond hair bounced as he moved across the room. His shrewd brown eyes glanced between the two of them, confusion marring his features. He stopped right before his chair, shoulders tense.

“You’re not Seb.”

Will cracked a small smile. “What gave us away?”

“What the fuck is this?” Rohan snarled, backing up a step. He twisted to the guard. “Neither of these men are my lawyer. I don’t know them. Take me back.”

“They’re cops, and they want to have a word with you,” was all the guard said before he left the room.

Rohan kicked the door. “Hey! You can’t just leave me in here with them!”

“Sit down,” Quinn said. “We need to ask you some questions.”

Rohan’s face twisted angrily. “No. Go fuck yourself.”

“We’re not here to cause any problems,” Will said, spreading his hands on the table. “Please, we need your help.”

“I have no interest in helpingyou,” Rohan snarled. He glanced at the blood on Will’s cheek, something lighter flickering in his gaze. “What happened to you?”

“Please,” Will said brokenly.

Quinn swallowed hard, resisting the urge to reach out to him.

“Go crawl back into the hole you came out of, asshole, I have no interest in helping you.” Rohan turned and kicked the door again. “I’m done in here, let me out, you fuckers!”

“He’s not letting you out until you speak to us,” Quinn said. “We have all the time in the world.” A complete lie. They needed whatever information Sebastian had come here looking for. Needed itright fucking now. Fear crawled up Quinn’s throat, threatening to choke him as each second slipped by. They didn’t have time to play this song and dance.

Rohan growled and stared at the ceiling as he swore. He dropped into the seat, his expression surly. “The fuck do you want? You here to pin another crime on me? I have nothing to say to either of you, and I won’t say anything you can use to incriminate me. I learned that bullshit the hard way when I was told that ‘cooperating’ would help me. Now where the fuck is my lawyer?”

“Why do you still even have a lawyer?” Will asked curiously.

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