Page 104 of Devious Secrets

“You knew about the tracker?” I lean away so I can look into her beautiful face. Even with the dirt and the blood, no one can compare to the beauty I’m holding.

She gives a wary smile. “Alexander. I’m not an idiot. You’ve been tracking me and mirroring my phone this entire time. You are an overbearing, overprotective, arrogant man.”

A tear rolls down her cheek, and she quickly swipes it away.

“And I’ve never loved you more for it.” She presses her cheek into my chest again.

“You love me.” I squeeze her tighter.

“And you love me,” she says. “In case you didn’t already know. I know how stubborn you can be.”

Even with the horrors surrounding her, she finds a way to goad me.

“Let’s get you out of here and home.” I release her and quickly take off my shirt. “Put this on.”

“It’s too big.” She shakes her head.

I lean forward. “Megan, you’re standing here in your bra. Put on the shirt.”

It’s as if she just remembered she’d taken off her shirt to help the girl. A blush blooms beneath the smears of dirt, and she grabs the shirt from me, shoving her arms into the sleeves and pulling it over her head.

She’s swimming in it.

Perfect.

Realizing she’s barefoot, I swoop her up into my arms.

“I’m fine. I can walk,” she argues, but it’s a pathetic attempt. She lays her head against me and wraps her arms around my neck at the same time.

“When we walk through the house, keep your eyes closed, baby,” I warn her as I climb up the stairs to the main floor.

“You killed them?” She snuggles into me.

“Yes.”

“How many?”

“All of them. Now hush. Let’s get you out of here.” I kiss her forehead and take the last step up into the house. Other than my men, no one else has survived the night. The place is in ruins, bathed in the blood of my enemy.

Once we’re outside, Ivan catches up to me.

“Cheryl. We have her,” he tells me while his eyes roam over my wife. “She okay?”

“She’s fine,” Megan mutters, her annoyance at being talked about like she’s not right here showing.

“Good.” Ivan gives a nod. “Cheryl. What do you want done with her?”

“Bring her to Obsidian,” I order as I carefully place Megan in the back of my SUV.

“What about Oleg?” she asks, letting me buckle her in.

“What about him?” I ask.

Her eyes widen. “He was helping her. He was the guy on the phone,” she tells me.

My skin ices and I look over my shoulder at my brother. His expression darkens.

“I will find him,” he promises and stalks away.

---