Page 28 of The Devil's Ice

“I don’t believe it,” Scars breathed. “So fucking amazing.”

“Keira?”

“Anotheramazing thing. Not a scratch on her.”

“The fuck you say.” Ice was startled, thinking that the kid had to at least have a few bruises and scrapes. “Not even from the flying glass?”

“No, nothing. Vixen must have taken everything straight-on and protected Keira.” Scars exhaled hard. “She saved her life.”

“Yeah. But who the fuck was she saving itfrom?”

“I don’t know, but…” Scars sighed and stuck his hands in his jeans pockets. “I have some more news.”

Something about his body language and tone made Ice tense up inside. Whatever had putthatlook on the other man’s hard face, it was bad. Maybe worse than what was lying in this hospital bed, broken and battered.

“What?” Ice demanded, already furious and ready to kill someone; he just needed to be pointed in a general direction. “Whatelse?”

“I just got off the phone with Dux.”

Ice blinked. He hadn’t been expectingthat. Surely the twins and their little family were away and safe. “They’re all still in Pennsylvania?”

“Yes.” Scars hesitated. “Well… maybe.”

“Oh, God.” Ice was suddenly terrified, without knowing why. “What?”

That was when Scars told him about the babies.

Chapter Eleven

Wolf heard the sound of approaching footsteps, and rolled off the bed immediately. He had no idea what time it was – the lack of window made that impossible to tell – but if he had to guess, he’d say that he’d been in this fucking cell for at least two days. Probably closer to three.

Once again, he reminded himself that Scars was holding hard to the decoy plan, and that this was just about enough time passing for Scars to pull the trigger, and talk to King about his worries and suspicions. Ice too, because Wolfknewthat the man was back on board.

There were voices outside, and he strained to hear the words. Nothing was clear enough to make any sense, so he stared grimly at the door, waited to see if it was going to open, or if another tray of revolting crap was going to be shoved through for him to eat.

The door lock turned and Wolf tensed. Part of him just wanted to rush whatever asshole was standing there, take his chances that he could overpower whoever it was, weapon or no. The only thing holding Wolf back from doing that was that he had no clue if he’d escape this room, just to be faced with a full clubhouse of MC fuckers. He thought it better to get some more information about what was waiting for him on the other side of the door before he attempted a breakout.

Assuming hecouldglean anything. So far, he had nothing to go on except for footsteps up and down what sounded like a hallway.

That ain’t super helpful, though, not enough to try to take whoever is comin’ in.

Not yet, anyway.

The door swung open, revealing a glimpse of long, dimly-lit hallway, and Wolf narrowed his eyes as Viper and Preacher stepped into the room. Viper had a gun pointed at him, and Preacher was behind his President, holding what looked like a cardboard box.

“Wolf,” Viper said cheerfully. “Did you get any sleep?”

Wolf didn’t reply.

“Rude.” Viper looked at Preacher. “Don’t you think?”

“‘Offer hospitality to one another without grumbling’,” Preacher said. “Book of Peter.”

“Am Igrumbling?” Viper said in mock surprise. “Oooops.”

“Well, our guestisbehaving badly,” Preacher conceded. “He has an ungrateful heart.”

“Do you?” Viper asked Wolf. “Have an ungrateful heart?”

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