Page 148 of Receiving His Mercy
Travis was being far too overprotective and she was going to have a word with him.
But when he walked into the living area, he appeared pale and his gaze was intense.
She tensed.
Something was wrong. He held a folder that he handed to Tyler who strode out of the kitchen, eating an apple. He hadn’t been joking when he said he ate a lot. She was going to have to do a new grocery order for her apartment and here. She was just letting him eat down some of her pantry before she discreetly moved things from the drawers.
Her stress levels had mellowed out since her session last night. Today her mind had been almost completely free of worry.
Almost.
Now she found herself worried over Travis as he moved to her. Her laptop was set aside and he picked her up in his arms, cradling her against him.
“Travis? What is it? Has something happened? What’s wrong?” she asked, grasping hold of him tight.
He rocked her back and forth.
“What’s wrong?” Tyler asked.
“Read the folder,” Travis said to his brother.
She glanced over at Tyler as he sat holding the folder. As soon as he started reading, he grew pale.
Bloody hell.
What was it?
“Travis?”
“Yeah,” he said.
“Should I read what’s in the folder?”
“No!” both men said together.
Well. All right, then. What the heck was in it?
“Do you want to put me down? Can I get you some coffee? Something else?”
“No. I’m not putting you down.” Instead, he buried his face in her neck, breathing in deeply.
Okay. She’d just hold onto him until he felt like he could let go.
“Just tell me that no one has died,” she said.
“No one has died.” Travis sighed then sat on the sofa with her settled on his lap.
She studied his face in concern.
“I had Alexa look into Aadan and the General,” Travis told her.
“Oh God. What if they find out you’re looking into them? I don’t want them coming after you.”
“I think they have bigger issues than us looking into them,” Travis said. “The General is on Interpol’s Most Wanted List.”
“He is?” she whispered. “Oh my God. What has he done?”
“What hasn’t he done?” Tyler said, still reading through the information that must be in that folder. “Jesus. These are some terrible fucking monsters.”
