Page 113 of Bound
Her sea-green eyes glitter and she meets me halfway as a familiar dark head exits the SUV behind her.
Lilah.
Nisha pulls me against her slim, muscular frame with an audible gasp. “Oh thank god,” she murmurs, her hands as hot as Gage’s as she pulls back long enough to scan me. Her gaze darkens. “Your feet,” she bemoans.
I laugh.
Lilah walks up. Though her blue eyes track to Bran and the others, the smile she gives me is real. Gentle. “I’m glad you guys are okay, Amoret.”
I clasp her hand and squeeze. “Thank you for coming to find us.”
Nisha snorts. “Oh there was no waiting. As soon as we realized you two were gone, Markus sent out parties to every damn match on the map. We just lucked up and got this one.”
I peer around. “Caine and Horan?”
Lilah chuckles under her breath. “They got stuck together in Caine’s portal. Neither one of them does well in cars.”
I try to envision the demon and the fallen angel together for any length of time unsupervised.
Something must show on my face because Nisha and Lilah bust out laughing.
“You must be Branwen?” Ruin’s voice has me turning as Bran and the others approach.
Bran eyes the vampire male, his gaze doing one keen sweep. “And you are Ruin Wade, am I correct?”
Ruin raises a brow. “You are well informed.”
Bran draws himself up to his full height, ever the Fae lord despite his lack of clothes or injuries. “I assume you are the one responsible for coming to our aid?”
Something flashes across Ruin’s face. Annoyance? Frustration? “Gage didn’t tell you?”
Bran glances sideways at the other Fae male. Gage remains silent next to Tanner, his expression empty. “I fear Whitehorn has not said much at all.” Bran’s words hold a double meaning, and I grip Lilah’s hand tighter. She squeezes back.
Ruin gives Gage a very dirty look. “He was the one in charge of finding you guys and bringing you back. And if it wasn’t for him, your sister would be dead.”
“I see,” is all Bran says as he cuts his gaze to me. My face heats and I drop my eyes to the pavement.
More things for us to talk about.
“But that is all stuff you guys can hear on the way back to Lock Lake,” Ruin says. “I imagine you’re hungry and would like to rest.”
“Yes, that would be most appreciated,” Bran murmurs, still eyeing me like I am a puzzle he can’t quite figure out.
“My team will escort you back.” Ruin gestures toward the vehicles where numerous men wait, their bodies clad in jeans, t-shirts, and a lot of weapons.
Bran appraises the men like he wants to argue.
Cusnu brushes past him. “Good. I can sleep on the return trip.” Renvi nods behind him, and they make their way to one black vehicle. With a calculated glance in my direction, Bran trails close on their heels.
“Amoret?”
I look over at Ruin. His black eyes are surprisingly kind. “We brought water and some spare sweats and blankets from the manor. Didn’t know what kind of shape everyone would be in,” he admits.
I force myself to smile. “Thank you, Ruin.”
He nods. “Nisha and Lilah will go with you guys back.”
“Where will Gage—” I stop myself. “Where will your team be?”
