Page 62 of The Hunted
It was admirable that he wanted to protect me, but I could protect myself. I started for the door. “I’m going to get my sister. And I want my dagger.”
Sam was in front of me before I took one step. “Not so fast. We can’t just go storming in. We need to get eyes on the house and confirm if what Wyman says is true. If we know Roman, he’s not going to make it that easy to find him.”
“He’s right, Layla,” Wyman piped in. “Listen to them for your sister’s sake.”
I hated that they both were right.
Sam moved a strand of my hair off my face.
The small gentle act made me swallow a moan.
“You haven’t eaten. Rianne is asking for you, and you should get some rest.”
“Careful, Sam,” I said. “You’re beginning to sound like you care.”
He dropped his hand as quick as lightning. “Get Wyman to a holding cell,” Sam barked at Kraft, a stark contrast to the softer tone he’d just used on me.
“Let me help,” Wyman pleaded. “I feel responsible.”
Sam’s features pinched. “Now you’re getting a conscience?”
“I knew her father. I feel like I owe it to him to watch out for Layla and her sisters,” Wyman pleaded.
I understood his reasoning about why he didn’t want my sisters and me to know who he was in the event we gave him up, and I had. Still, if he’d been upfront with us, we might not be in this predicament. But again, I couldn’t lay all the blame on him.
I touched Sam’s muscular bicep. “Let Wyman help. If he screws anything up, then do whatever it is you have planned for him.” As a former CIA agent, he had to have skills that would prove useful for capturing a criminal. “I’m not saying you vampires don’t know what you’re doing, but take the additional help. Maybe then we can find Jordyn faster.” I believed Wyman was only trying to find his way back to some type of normalcy after the ordeal Sam had put him through years ago.
Sam nodded at Kraft, who in turn hauled Wyman out of the room as Wyman mumbled swear words.
I stuck my hands on my hips. “Why are you being stubborn? He can help.”
“It’s not up to me,” he said.
“Then why are we standing here? Go do whatever it is you do to find my sister, or else I will.”
He didn’t argue as he escorted me out just as Harley was walking toward us.
Her blinding white teeth sparkled beneath the lights from above. I couldn’t tell if she was all smiles for Sam or if she was happy to see me. The former made my muscles tense as a knot formed in my stomach. I’d never been jealous of another woman for liking a guy. Maybe since I’d never dated a guy long enough to get attached.
Oh hell.I discarded my jealous notions. I couldn’t fault Harley for liking Sam. After all, he was out-of-this-world handsome.But he’s an ass, that realistic voice in my head reminded me. Besides, it was impossible to fall for a vampire—that was a recipe for a meltdown or death.
Harley snapped her fingers. “Layla.”
I swallowed thickly, and when I blinked, Harley and Sam were staring at me.
Voices droned in the vast space of computers and technology along with the clicking sounds of vampires typing on keyboards.
“She’s hungry,” Sam said, “and could use some rest.”
The food could wait, although my stomach said otherwise. I had to help in some way.
Harley hooked her arm in mine. “Come on. Let the team do their job. I’ll get you settled in the women’s barracks and get you some food.”
My stomach growled, and my mouth watered for a juicy hamburger. Also, I wouldn’t mind closing my eyes for a few minutes. Maybe all the craziness wouldn’t look so bad once my head was clear. Somehow, though, my Spidey sense was screaming that things were about to get worse.
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