Page 69 of Whispered Warnings: Part Two

“Well, I’m going to destroy them,” I say simply. “I’m going to find out what they have done to Coen, and then I am going to tear them apart. I’m going to make them bleed and beg for mercy that I won’t give. I don’t give a fuck who they are.”

The car is silent.

There is no mistaking how serious I am. I tend to be reasonably laidback about a lot of things until someone threatens someone that I care about, and then all bets are off, and I will become your worst fucking nightmare.

“You know you are kind of scary,” River mutters.

I grin, “Only if you get on my bad side.”

“Why is it hot?” Reed asks seriously, although he’s not looking at me, he’s looking around at the other guys.

They all smirk, and Evander says, “That’s Neith.”

“So, we’re agreed, we will get Ty to put us on the rota so that we’re there when they are?” Doc asks.

“Yeah, hopefully, the more time that we spend around him, the more likely we are going to be able to figure it out,” Evander agrees.

“I’ll message him now,” Ransom says, his phone already out as he taps out a message.

“Let’s get home and get some rest,” Raiden says.

“And food,” River adds, making me smile.

“Shit,” I mutter suddenly.

“What?” Van asks.

“I forgot to ask Ty about taking the supe test,” I reply.

Van smiles, “Don’t worry we will be going back soon, you can ask him then.”

∞∞∞

Something has woken me up.

I know this, and yet, I can’t bring myself to open my eyes and find out what it was. I’m exhausted. My sleep so far has been filled with nightmares about what that fucking team could be doing to Coen.

Plus, my bed is fucking comfortable, I don’t want to wake up.

I know that I’m safe and it wasn’t one of my usual nightmares because there isn’t a hole in the wall. I’m assuming that one of the guys made a noise or something, and that’s what woke me up.

Just as I am drifting back to sleep, my phone rings throughout the room, ah that was the noise that woke me up. With that settled, I snuggle deeper under the covers. Stupid phone needs to shut the fuck up now. We’ve established that’s what was ringing. It goes silent and I smile, and then immediately start frowning again when it starts ringing again.

Wait, if someone is ringing this late, I should probably answer it, right?

Right.

It’s not until the third time that it rings that it actually wakes me up enough for me to sit up in bed and find the damn thing.

My eyes are still closed as I say, or rather growl, “This better be fucking important.”

“Ah, there she is. I was slightly worried that I had the wrong number but there’s no doubting that greeting,” a thick Irish brogue says.

“Niamh,” I greet warmly. “How the fuck are you?”

She chuckles, “Could be better.”

The circumstances finally click in my tired brain. She's calling me in the middle of the night, granted it’s not the middle of the night there but she would avoid calling me when it's night here if she was just calling for a chat. Which she doesn’t often do anyway, which means something has happened.

---