Page 76 of Frank's Felon
“Tell Takara that. . .” Frank didn’t know what to say. It seemed as if everyone he loved was in trouble.
“I will,” Pryce said.
Frank breathed a little easier. He still had brothers here, ones who understood and supported him, even if Damien was no longer one of them.
When the door clicked shut, Frank laid down on the bed next to Delilah and held her close against his body. She was so damn still. This fear for her was never going to leave him. Even his wolf curled up and waited in silence.
“We’re going to figure this out, Del,” Frank spoke to her softly as he kissed the top of her head. “You’re going to come back to me, and then we’ll leave, just the two of us. No pack, no DSA. Just you and me.”If you’ll have me, he thought as he closed his eyes.
* * *
DELILAH
When Delilah woke, she felt whole again though extremely tired. All-in-all, life felt good again, especially when she realized she was back in her bedroom at Tess’s house. That meant they had made it back okay. Frank’s scent lingered in the room, making her smile. Her shifter had been staying with her.
She stretched, feeling the protest of muscles. What she needed was a good run, though she wasn’t sure she was quite ready for that. Even sitting up proved tiring, but not as daunting as when they’d been sleeping in the woods on their way back to the pack.
Delilah found a pile of clothing on the dresser. Jeans, a pink t-shirt, and a light jean jacket. Clearly, Tess’s doing. Only she would wear pink with red hair. Delilah dressed, looked in the mirror, and cringed. Pink. She really hoped when Tess had kids she didn’t have any red-headed girls.
Tess shrieked when Delilah descended the steps. “You’re awake!” Tess delivered what had to be the second biggest hug she had ever given, the first being when she first showed up here weeks ago after Tess had thought she was dead.
Delilah hugged her sister back, wondering if this would be one of the last times she'd see her. She didn’t know what day it was or when Damien’s deadline was, but it had to be soon.
“Where’s Frank?” Delilah asked.
“On patrol.” Tess grabbed her by the hand and led her to the couch. “We need to talk.”
Their ‘talk’ was full of more information than Delilah wanted to know. From what Tess told her, Frank and Damien nearly came to blows, Frank had attacked Hayden, accidentally, though she hadn’t figured out how a wolf attacks another accidentally, and Sloan was returning tomorrow—for her. On the flip side, there was a lot of good news too. Mason had survived! That was the best news of all. Little Frankie was back home with her mom, dad, and new baby brother.
“Just how long was I unconscious?” Delilah asked.
“Three days.”
“Okay then, remind me never to go on vacation. I’d miss too much.”
“We need this treaty, Lily.”
Delilah’s heart sank. She had planned on turning herself in, but to have her own sister try to talk her into it—not out of it—hurt. “Tired of my company already?”
Tess bit her lip. Never a good sign. Right now, Delilah just wanted to see Frank. He’d lift her spirits, make her feel whole again, keep her from thinking too much about what she was about to do. Whether he supported her decision or not—and she knew he didn’t—she needed his strength right now.
Delilah headed to the door.
“Lily, wait. That’s not what I meant! Please trust me. Damien won’t turn you over to them. He’ll figure this out. I have faith in him.”
“As you should, Tess. He’s your blood-bonded mate, and I’m sorry you’re in the middle of this, but I don’t have the same faith in others as you do. You’re my sister and I’ll always love you, but you’ve never understood me.”
“Maybe if you told me everything that’s happened, then I would.”
Delilah sighed. “Does it really matter now?”
“Yes. I know about the WSSO men you killed, about prison, but there’s more. I’m learning there’s always more with you, and that you don’t like to share, as if you’re afraid those you love will love you less. It doesn’t work that way,Delilah.”
“Delilah? You never call me that.”
“And yet I have to hear from Frank that you don’t like being called Lily. Not from you. Frank. I asked myself, ‘Why can’t my own sister tell me something as simple as the fact that she doesn’t like to be called Lily?’ Not because we’re not close. We’ve shared details about guys and stuff in the past, so why not something as simple as a name? I asked Frank. Frank doesn’t lie, did you know that?”
Delilah rubbed her sweaty palms along her jeans. “What did he say?”
