Page 53 of My Knight

Adalee raised her brows. “You want breakfast or not?”

Dove held up her hands in surrender. “I’m coming,” she grinned.

We all filed into the kitchen, grabbed plates, and loaded up with whatever was left—French toast, sausage patties, scrambled eggs, and those perfect blueberry muffins.

Plates full, we headed back to the couches and camped out in front of the TV. Dove flipped to some movie none of us were actually watching.

But it didn’t matter.

Leo and Brynn were here.

And everything was about to change.

Chapter Twenty

Pirate

Leo leaned into Brynn and spoke quietly against her ear. I couldn’t hear much—just the low hum of his voice—but her response was clear enough.

“Are you sure?”

That I heard.

She didn’t whisper it. She just said it low and even, as her fingers tapped on the table while Leo nodded at something only he knew.

Dice shifted beside me. “I got a bad feeling,” he muttered.

I glanced at him. “What do you mean?”

He shook his head slowly. “I don’t know, man. I just got this feeling.”

I looked at him longer. Dice wasn’t the type to throw feelings around lightly. If his gut was acting up, something was off. But from where I sat, all I felt was hope. Leo and Brynn—especially Brynn—exuded power and confidence. They were exactly what we needed to end this shit.

Still, the way she looked now? Sitting back in her chair with a pinched expression and annoyance twitching across her jawline?

Not a great sign.

Leo tapped his fingers on the table, rhythmic and steady, like a man trying to pace his thoughts before throwing them out into the world.

Yarder straightened at the head of the table. “Uh… is everything okay?”

Leo didn’t look at Yarder first. He looked at Brynn.

“Don’t look at me,” she said, annoyed. “The info you got is new to me.”

“Like I knew it before,” Leo grumbled.

“Then keep it to yourself until you know if it’s true,” she snapped, sharp enough that Leo actually hesitated.

Leo sighed and looked back at us. “Tell us what you know about Boone and Gibbs.”

Yarder sat back in his chair. “Not a whole hell of a lot, other than they want us dead because we didn’t fall in line with their power play. Russ came up with the plan to take us down to bolster his chances at getting elected. But Boone and Gibbs took it further. Now Russ is on the run, too.”

Brynn nodded. “When was the last time you talked to Russ?”

Compass leaned forward slightly. “Probably over a month. He disappeared right after the bakery building blew up.”

“Yeah,” Yarder added. “Radio silence since then.”

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