Page 32 of Echoes of Fear

“Titan, down,” I order. “Can you do me a favor, little one?”

“Of course,” he says, confusion written on his beautiful face.

“Will you let me hold you?” I ask. “I have some pretty intense emotions running through me right now, and I think you could anchor me. Would that be alright?”

Worry creeps between his eyes, and he nods.

I wasn’t lying. I want to hold him so I can calm the fuck down.

Lifting him up easily, I place him on my lap and wrap my arms tightly around his small frame.

“There,” I sigh in relief. “I just needed to remind myself that you’re here and unharmed.”

“I’m really confused,” he whispers against my neck.

“I know, baby boy,” I confess. “When the shock from today’s events wears off, we’ll talk about it.”

“Tornados are scary,” he says, his voice fading.

“Indeed.”

I settle against the couch and close my eyes, completely and utterly content to sleep just like this for the rest of the night.

Chapter Seven

Knox

“King said that he has a few men in mind.”

Taylor’s whispered voice is the first sound I hear when I wake up. It doesn’t take but a few seconds before the events of the day before blast through my head.

My safe place is gone. Our club is gone.

“I don’t doubt that for a second,” someone says. Parker, I think. “But this is Emily we’re talking about. We have to go.”

“I’ll get the coordinates from Knox and give them to King,” Taylor says firmly. “Parker and Hayes, you will tag along while the rest of us stay close to home.”

“Knox must be something special,” Parker says softly. “Especially if you’re not going to go get Emily yourself.”

“I have to believe that my sister is safe right now,” Taylor says, his voice rough with worry. “And to be completely honest, yes, I don’t want to leave Knox alone, and I really don’t want him involved in this any more than he needs to be.”

“He could always keep communication with her so that she knows when we arrive.”

“She’ll know regardless,” I say, sitting up from where I was lying on the couch. “Do I smell coffee?”

“Hey, baby. I’m sorry we woke you.”

“Knoxy boy, how do you like your nectar?”

“Sweet and pale,” I yawn.

“Yuck,” Reynolds says. “It’ll no longer taste like coffee if I do that.”

“Perfect,” I smile. “I hate the taste.”

“Maybe you should take him to the doctor,” Reynolds tells Taylor. “I think he might have hit his head.”

“He’s perfect,” Taylor says, holding out a hand for me to join him. “However, we will be cutting back on the amount of caffeine you ingest.”

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