Page 89 of Talk About… Secrets
We were all shaken as they drove away. It was honestly a relief to my omega that they didn’t know her personally.
I pulled out my phone to update my best friends. They’d been helping search and no one had found a single lead.
Grace: We figured out who she was.
Hailey: Who? The stalker?
Grace: Yes.
I broke down everything we’d just learned, hands flying over the screen as I got it all out. The others were gently leading me to the truck, trying to get me home.
It was strange. I had no feelings outside of relief and heartbreak, but even they felt distance. As if I was protected by a bubble, nothing quite permeating it.
Sidney: Oh my god, that’s wild. I saw her on the news a few weeks ago. I never would have thought!
Wren: Wait, how did she know them?
Grace: She didn’t. They think she just found a video of them and her broken mind latched on. It’s not hard to find their addresses, though, I don’t know how they found us here.
“Okay, enough,” Beckett barked. I put my phone down, blinking up at him. They were all right there, concern flashing on their faces.
“We said your name so many times. I think you’re in shock, sweetheart,” Beck soothed, his voice far too careful now.
“I’m fine,” I said.
They clearly didn’t believe me. We made it home, the drive longer than ever with every one of them shifting their eyes to me constantly.
By the time I walked inside I was crawling out of my skin. I sought out the kittens, snatching up the one we named Star, snuggling her to my chest.
The guys settled around me, piling me in blankets and pillows.
“Guys, I’m not going to break any more than you are,” I said gently. They were all more concerned about me than how they felt about the whole situation.
“I’m shaken,” Drew admits. “That knife in her hand… I nearly tackled her myself.”
“Same,” Beckett sighed.
“I felt the same at the time. Then we talked to them and it all kind of fell away. She was scary and so was the threat, but knowing she had been through something so terrible killed me. It’s not her fault, not really. She’s getting help so that’s the important thing.”
“And our sweet, kind omega is going to make sure she can afford that help,” Spencer said, kissing my temple. “We all are.”
“I knew you’d back me up,” I said. “We can call up there soon to make sure her spot is safe.”
“What can we do foryou?” Cade asked gently.
“Hold me close and stay with me,” I said easily. “We can watch a movie, order in, and just remind ourselves that we’re safe now.”
“Done.”
Grace
Whitaker Brews had been transformed from a bar to a baby wonderland. They had taken my garden theme and run with it. Everything was adorable, with pastel flowers and a lot of greens and yellows.
Even the cake was a sage green with gorgeous little swirls of frosting.
It was a true showing of family and community. Not the first we’d gotten lately, either.
They’d all been incredible the past few weeks. I never had a grand freakout like the guys thought after the incident with the broken omega, but we were all a bit shaken.
