Page 49 of Knight Life In Vegas

Chico emerged from the shower, towel around his waist. I put Sammy on speaker and stole the phone out of Chico’s hand, plugging the address in.

“Sammy, I want you to stay on the phone with me. We’re just getting ready to leave and will be there in about fifteen minutes. Do you think your mom needs to go to the hospital?”

“I dunno. She said she didn’t want a doctor.”

“All right. I’m going to keep you on speakerphone and you can chat with Dylan.” I passed the phone back, letting a panic-eyed Dylan distract the boys while I shoved Chico into his bedroom. “Get dressed. We’re leaving.”

“What the fuck is going on?”

“Charlotte’s sick and the kids called Dylan for help.”

“What the what? Why are they calling Dylan? How do they have his number? Why isn’tshecalling someone?”

“Stop asking questions and get dressed.”

With a huff, he complied, and I disappeared to my own room, shoving a few supplies into a bag. I wasn’t sure what we would find when we got there, but I didn’t want to have to leave again because I was unprepared.

I’d had a low-grade headache since discovering Charlotte was our scent match and being forced to part ways. I shoved some painkillers, extra phone chargers, basic toiletries, and a change of clothes before making the rounds to gather up the same for the others.

Dylan didn’t look reassured at all when I returned to the living room. Hopefully it was a different story when we actually got to see Charlotte. Chico hustled after us, fully dressed but still damp.

I kept a handhold on the back of Dylan’s shirt so he didn’t run. The last thing we needed was for him to trip and make us have to detour to get him medical attention. I checked the street view on my phone, sliding into the passenger seat and letting Chico take the wheel. They lived in an apartment.

“Sammy, we’re in the car. Do you know how to let people into the building?”

“No.”

Shit.

“Do you see a little speaker with buttons near the door to the hallway?”

“Yeah.”

“Okay. When we arrive, you’re going to hit each of those buttons, and if you hear a buzzing sound through the phone, that’ll be the doors unlocking to let us come up and see you.”

I watched our progress on the map, letting Dylan take over the phone call and giving updates every few minutes. After what felt like an eternity, we arrived and parked on the street. Dylan was out of the car as soon as it stilled, bursting through the first set of doors. I ran after him.

“Sammy, we’re here. Push the buttons.”

“I gotta get a stool.”

I flexed my hand, ready to punch straight through the glass to get to our omega, but I had to be patient. We didn’t know if this was an emergency situation, and so far Sammy was handling it just fine. No sense in stressing him out unnecessarily.

When the buzz to unlock the doors sounded, I nearly wrenched the damn thing off its hinges. The three of us rode the elevator up and when we hit the hallway, I told Sammy to open his door to let us in. At the far end, a tiny face peeked out and waved.

Dylan got away from me, running ahead and nearly causing a three-person pile-up when Ollie darted into the hall. He threw himself clean over Charlotte’s youngest, hands meeting the carpet ahead of him and sending him into a roll. Good thing he had plenty of training in knowing how to fall without hurting himself.

This was why I didn’t want him to run. I sighed, Chico and I picking up our pace to join them.

All my alpha instincts roared to life when I saw Charlotte curled up on her side on the living room rug. I dropped to my knees next to her, quickly making sure she was still warm and breathing, while my heart was lodged in my throat.

She let out a little groan. Thank god. I would’ve perished on the spot if we’d walked in to her dead.

The whole place smelled like burnt sugar and fermented lemons.

“We’re here, querida. You’re going to be okay. I’m going to check you over, all right?”

Her whimper was her only answer. I wasn’t that well trained, but first aid certification was pretty mandatory when you worked with large animals and weaponry. A quick check revealed nothing broken or obviously injured, just sweat at her temples and her heartbeat a little faster than I was comfortable with.

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