Page 14 of Fury

Mr. Reinhardt would roll over in his grave. Davis clenched his jaw. Moved to help her with her keys. No need. Didn’t have any. Instead, she pressed her thumb to a pad above the door handle. The lock disengaged.

“Why fingerprint access?” He couldn’t stop the words, even though irritation bit through them.

“Locks are easy to figure out. Biometric authentication is much harder.” She shot him a small grin that reminded him of the girl he used to know. Even this close, her different colored eyes could almost be missed.

One blue. One green.

Davis remembered the first time he’d been suspended from school for punching someone making fun of her heterochromia.

When Hollyn sauntered inside, he grabbed his ruck and followed. Tried to keep his anger in check.

Gonna lose that battle.

Whack!

Davis bit down on a curse when his leg rammed an awkwardly placed entry table he hadn’t paid attention to.

Fury stepped forward likeshewas suddenly his handler.

“Hey,” Davis warned. Rubbed his leg less as a recall than to rid himself of the thrumming pain. “Fuss.”

With a spin, the RMWD complied and pressed up against his leg, soulful brown eyes on him. Davis roughed a hand over his furry neck.

“Dad? Mum?” Hollyn looked around.

Whoa. Hold up.

His heart thudded—did she seriously not know? Another curse rattled through him. Didn’t want to be the one to tell her. But he also couldn’t stand here and say nothing. He cleared his throat. Set his ruck down. “Hol.”

She pressed a hand to her forehead like she had a headache. “You didn’t have to wait out on the porch, you know. All you had to do was knock. Dad loves you—he would’ve let you in.”

“Hol.” He tried again.

Her bag dropped to the floor, and she sank onto the living room couch, face contorted. “I’m actually surprised they didn’t see you on the cameras and come out.”

“Hollyn.” He spoke more firmly.

“What?” Head whipping his direction, she glared at him. Squeezed her eyes closed momentarily. “Sorry, I’m just . . . ” She waggled her hands like she couldn’t come up with the words.

How was he supposed to do this?

Davis sat in one of the white chairs, while Fury decided to have a look around the room. “Uh . . . ” He ran a hand down his face. Time to man up. “There was an accident.”

She frowned. “Accident? What are you talking about?”

“It’s your parents. There . . . was a car crash.”

Panic rose in her eyes. She leaned forward. “W-what are you saying?”

“Just that your parents—they . . . ” Was there even a way to soften this?

“No.” Her voice was barely above a whisper. Trembled in a way that had his gut twisting.

He balled a fist on the padded armrest. “They’re gone, Hollyn.”

Her eyes widened, pooled. Hand flew to her mouth. But she didn’t make a sound.

“I’m so sorry.”

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