“He doesn’t care,” Tobias repeated. “Phone?”
There was a strange noise. Had that come from Lauren? It sounded like she was choking.
“Call me soon, Jenner,” Lauren demanded before the door shut.
She stirred in Jenner’s arms. “I should cancel the commitments you had for this evening.”
That was her job, after all.
“You know what they are?” Jenner asked.
“Um, no.”
She actually had no clue because Lauren hadn’t bothered to clue her in.
“Me neither. Let Lauren take care of that and I’ll take care of you.”
Immy tried not to let those words affect her. But all she wanted in this world was to take care of this man.
And maybe the man standing off to the side, watching on.
Oh. Heck.
It washours later when they received a call to tell them that Maeve had been found. That she was safe. And that her stalker was dead.
Relief filled her to know that Maeve was safe.
But now they had something else to worry about.
Maeve’s stalker had a Sentinel tattoo on his back. Did that mean the Deity was back? But how?
“I don’t understand,” she muttered. “How? Why would he have a Sentinel tattoo?”
“He could have found out about the cult, about the Sentinels, somehow,” Sampson said. “Then had it tattooed onto his back.”
“There’s some sick fuckers out there who are overly interested in the Deity and the cult,” Jenner said. “Maybe he was one of them. He had an obsession with the cult so he made himself a Sentinel.”
“Hopefully, we find out more once Gray searches his apartment,” Sampson said. “I can’t believe it was her fucking neighbor! Fuck! I can’t believe this happened!”
She’d decided to let them swear without protest. If there was ever a time to swear it was when one of your best friends had been kidnapped.
Fear was sitting low in her tummy, bubbling away.
How would this guy have found out about the tattoo? About them? Sure, there had been a lot of publicity when the cult had been dismantled and raided by the FBI. But they’d all been minors and were kept out of the press.
“Hey, don’t worry.” Jenner crouched in front of her where she sat on the sofa in his suite. “Maeve is all right.”
“He might have hurt her, killed her,” she whispered.
“But he didn’t. She’s safe and this guy is dead. Now that her stalker is taken care of, we can all breathe easier.”
Immy guessed that was true. They no longer had to worry about Maeve’s stalker getting her. Or them.
Did that mean . . . she glanced over at Tobias.
“I suppose you’ll go back to New York and Alejandro,” Jenner said to Tobias.
She immediately wanted to protest. She didn’t want Tobias to go anywhere.