Page 33 of Banshee
Chapter Eleven
Jude
I waited until she was back inside the cabin before I moved away and pulled out my phone.
“What’s wrong?” my brother asked.
“Did you know Irene was here?”
“What? No, I didn’t.” He paused, and I waited. He was working something out in his head, and if I interrupted him, I’d never hear the end of it. “How long has she been here?”
“Since she disappeared from the hospital.”
“Did you talk to her?” he growled.
“I fucking had to. She was running,” I explained. “She’s in a cabin on a ranch with Banshee.”
The asshole didn’t deserve her. He’d had his chance, and he didn’t take it.
“She needs to stay there.”
“I know; I told her that.”
“Will she stay?”
I looked back at the cabin. The light was on, which meant Banshee was awake. “I’ll make sure she stays.”
“Will she tell him?” my brother asked.
“No. She understands the need to stay quiet.”
I’d talked to her before I sent her back inside.
“How are you here? You died.”
“Nah, just let them think they got me. It’ll take more than that to take me out. What are you doing out here?”
Her eyes dropped to the ground. “I need to leave. I can’t keep putting people in danger.”
“You can’t run, Irene.”
“It’s Aspen now. Irene is dead.”
“Aspen. That’s pretty.” I stepped closer and brought my hand up to her face. “Hey, you’re safe here.”
“Do they know?” she asked.
She stepped back, and I let my hand fall. I should have stepped up. I should have offered to marry her when the asshole inside the cabin said no.
“No. No one knows. And you can’t tell them.”
“Are you in danger?”
“Not as long as I stay dead.”
“Must be nice,” she muttered.
“Your death would start a war, babe.”
