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“Yes. In the back of my car. Why?”
“Because I think Buck needs our help, and I think we need to be quick about it.”
“I don’t know where he is, Raven. I need to make sure he’s okay.”
“That will have to hold,” Raven said as she held the RV door open for her to retrieve the laptop. “We have work to do first.”
Chapter Fourteen
“I know where he is.”
Torrey had said that when Quickdraw called in a panic.
It had hit her while she and Raven had been deep in her research on Buck and what had really happened. He wouldn’t have left his RV. He wouldn’t have left the territory.
He wouldn’t have left her. Not like this.
“I know where he is.”
She’d said it with the conviction she felt in her heart.
They’d asked to come with her, but she’d said no. If they wanted a chance at Buck This Storme fulfilling his destiny, it had to be her, and only her to bring him around.
He would be like that traumatized bull that night, facing off with police while he was bleeding out. She understood him more now, after seeing that footage. The pictures. A fraction of the horror he had endured that night in the months that followed, because she knew the real story. She’d found it.
Fuck. Cobalt.
What he’d done held no honor.
She dodged a plant that had overgrown the path behind Skip’s Barbecue, and there he was, sitting on the edge of the wishing fountain.
Buck’s head was in his hands, and every muscle in his body was tense.
It broke her heart to see him like this. He was alone. Oh, he would feel alone, but he wasn’t.
She was right here, if he would just let her in.
Buck looked up suddenly, and his blazing eyes landed directly on her.
He froze, and Torrey cocked her head, and forced a small smile.
She clutched the two pennies she’d brought tighter in her fist and walked slowly toward him.
“Don’t,” he gritted out in a voice she didn’t recognize. She bet if she was shifter, all she could smell right now was fur.
He was shaking.
“I saw,” she said softly.
“Congratulations. Everyone has seen.”
She shook her head and took a few steps closer. “No, I mean, I saw.”
He held out his hand, asking her to stop there, ten feet away from him. He angled his face to the side, hiding his eyes from her.
“I know,” she whispered.
“Everybody fucking knows!” he barked.
