Page 24 of Echoes of Fear

“Venom’s going to stay home with Sophia and the girls,” Ghost says, looking down at his phone.

“I thought they all went to a safe house?” I ask.

“They did, but Hope had an appointment this morning,” Blaze says. “King and Maddy are with them and plan to head back first thing in the morning. At least until we know for sure they’re safe here.”

“I’m sorry for bringing this to your doorstep,” Taylor says. “I didn’t mean to put them in danger.”

“Don’t apologize,” Ghost adds. “It’s not your fault that your sister went missing. We will do everything we can to get her back safely, brother. In the meantime, trust that King can keep our family safe.”

“I appreciate that,” he says, drying his hair. “Parden the bluntness, but I sure as hell wish that Knox was with them.”

I gape at the insane man. Should I be offended?

“Yeah,” Steel agrees. “Me too. I don’t like knowing that he’s in danger. Don’t make idiotic choices for a while, boy.”

“Hey, I never make idiotic choices, jerk,” I snarl. “I’ll have you know that my IQ is 145. That’s only fifteen points below Stephen Hawking. I am highly intelligent. Just not always rational. There’s a difference.”

“Then makerationalchoices,” Blaze adds.

“Imakeno promises.”

Another clap of thunder shakes the building.

“Was that one louder?” I squeak.

I really hate thunderstorms.

“My dog is going to be pissed,” Taylor says. “Do you mind if I grab something to drink?”

“Go ahead.”

“You have a dog?” I ask excitedly. “Not a single member of this club has a dog.”

“I do,” he smiles from the fridge.

“Why is he going to be upset? Is he afraid of storms?”

“Not at all,” he chuckles. “He likes to play in them. I’ll be surprised if I get home and he hasn’t broken a window to get outside.”

“What type of dog is he?” I ask when I sit at the island that separates the main room from the kitchen.

“He’s a Doberman. Drink this.”

I accept the water and drink. There’s really no use in fighting a Dom when it comes to taking care of someone. Especially a Daddy Dom.

“Wow,” I sigh. “Dobermans are beautiful and intelligent dogs. What’s his name? Did you have his ears pinned? That’s cruel, bythe way. There’s no logical reason to do that. People only do it so their dogs look more intimidating.”

I know I’m being nosy, but I don’t care. I’ve always wanted a dog. A big dog. A protective one.

One that I can sit on the floor and play with.

A best friend who will never leave my side.

***Taylor***

I don’t think Knox realizes that his voice has gotten softer and his pitch a bit higher. His Little is desperate to come out and play.

The rest of the men also notice and sit down to talk quietly. Most likely not wanting to pull Knox away from the calmness he’s feeling.

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