Page 117 of Undisputed Chaos
Their voices had faded, swallowed by the labyrinth of glass and fake fog.
"Where are they?" Connor's voice had taken on that edge it got when Sierra was out of his sight for too long.
I pulled out my phone, squinting at the GPS that was apparently useless inside a house of mirrors. “Says they’re close.”
"Fucking technology," Connor growled, promptly walking into another mirror. He was shit with tech.
That's when the panic set in. Not the rational kind of concern you'd expect from three men who'd faced down actual danger.
This was primal, instinctive terror that came from losing track of the most important things in your world.
We'd lost too much before finding our girls. The thought of losing them now, even temporarily in a carnival funhouse, was enough to send us into full protective mode.
"Sierra!" Connor bellowed, his voice echoing off the mirrors.
"Estelle!" Jax called, abandoning all pretense of cool.
"Isla!" I added my voice to the hurricane, feeling that familiar flutter of panic in my chest.
The next few minutes were pure, terrifying comedy.
Three massive men, stumbling through a house of mirrors, walking into walls and each other while increasingly frantic.
Connor managed to clothesline himself on a low-hanging fake spiderweb. Jax got turned around so completely that he ended up facing backward for a solid minute.
I walked into the same dead end three times before realizing the "exit" sign was just another mirror trick.
Then I heard the sound that stopped my heart and restarted it in the same instant.
Laughter.
Not scared laughter, or nervous giggling. Full-blown, delighted, absolutely having the time of their lives, laughter.
I followed the sound, my brothers behind me, until we turned a corner and found them.
All three girls, sitting crouched on the floor in a small corner, watching us stumble around like idiots.
"How long?" I asked, already knowing I wasn't going to like the answer.
"About three minutes," Isla replied, her grin absolutely wicked. "You walked past us four times."
"We've been taking bets," Sierra added helpfully. "On which one of you would figure it out first."
"Who won?" Jax asked, resigned.
"Nobody," Estelle laughed. "We were all betting on Connor."
Connor's expression suggested he wasn't sure whether to be flattered or insulted. "Why?"
"Because you're usually the calm one," Sierra replied, standing and brushing off her jeans. "But apparently mazes aren't your strong suit."
These women. These absolutely perfect, completely crazy women.
I pulled Isla to her feet, my hands lingering on her waist longer than necessary. "You think you're funny, don't you?"
Her grin was pure mischief. "I think I'm hilarious."
"You're in trouble," I informed her, the promise in my voice making her eyes darken. "All three of you are in serious trouble."
