Bloodshed (Order of the Unseen, #1)(56)

“All of us?” Damien adds in. “Right now?”

Weakly gazing up at the three of them, I nod without hesitation. “Yes—” I try to say.

Damien smirks, brushing my face with the back of his hand. “I’m not so sure about that, princess,” he counters. “Looks like you could use some sleep.”

“But—I want to make you—” I breathlessly let out, before Micah presses a small kiss on my lips.

“Don’t worry, baby,” Micah murmurs, lightly stroking my hair. “You can make it up to us later.”

They’re right.

They seem to know me better than I even know myself.

With a small grin, my eyelids become heavy. “I really, really like you guys,” I sleepily murmur, without thinking it through. “My heart races when I’m with you.”

“Fear?” Damien questions. “Are you afraid of us, Quinn?”

“No,” I immediately answer. “I feel calm.”

“So sweet,” Jensen coos, deeply searching my eyes.

Micah smiles down at me. “We really, really like you, too.”

He lifts me into his arms, holding me close to his chest as Damien and Jensen yank off the wet covers. They tuck me in, covering my body with a dry, clean sheet as I embrace the warmth.

“I should probably drive back to the house,” I rush out. “I told Harper I wouldn’t be staying out for long.”

“Just text her.” Damien bends down and searches through the pockets of my sweatpants. Once he finds my cell phone, he gestures down to the lock screen. “I’ll do it for you. What’s your passcode?”

My eyes flutter shut.

“Quinn?” he questions in a suave, hushed tone. “Your passcode?”

“1031,” I sigh, nuzzling my face into the pillow, breathing in the masculine, lingering scent of shampoo from the pillowcase.

“Good girl,” he breathes, pressing a tender kiss on my lips. “Is she the only Harper in your contacts?”

I slowly nod.

And within seconds… a deep slumber claims me.





CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE





DAMIEN





The three of us make our way into the living room, leaving little Quinn fast asleep in bed. I text her friend Harper to let her know that Quinn won’t be coming back tonight. Then I plug her cell phone into the charger and rest it on the end table near the couch.

I can finally relax knowing she is with us.

Safe and sound.

Even though there’s an odd ambiance coming from Jensen and Micah. Looking over both of them, my eyes turn to small slits.

“You guys good?” I ask.

Jensen shoots Micah a concerned stare before turning back to me. “We’re fine,” he vaguely answers.

Micah shakes his head and heads for the bathroom, quietly shutting the door behind him.

When Jensen catches me staring at him, he shrugs. “What?”

“What’d you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Sure,” I say accusingly.

He immediately averts his gaze away from me, staring down at the screen of his phone. “He’s too fucking sensitive, man,” he defensively mutters. “I can’t take it.”

“Whatever you say.”

Suddenly, his face drops. “Fuck,” he blurts out, on high alert. “Damien, look—”

“What now?” I grit out, snatching his phone right out of his grasp.

Frustration floods through me. And right on cue, I’m overwhelmed by a rush of pure adrenaline. My heart starts pounding. My body begins to tremble. Feeling the urge to hit something, I clench my free hand into a tight fist.

“There’s a survivor,” I urgently declare, blinking past blurred vision. “One of the bastards made it out alive.”

“That’s impossible.”

“He’s got will; I’ll give him that.”

Jensen tightly grips the edge of the couch in defeat, groaning with dissatisfaction, as Micah storms back into the living room in what appears to be alarm.

He knows.

He’s just read the article, too.

I shake my head, enraged, before quickly scrolling down to read the basics. “He was transported to Boston late last night,” I announce, teeth clenched. “Mass General.”

“How the fuck did this happen?” Jensen snaps.

“They haven’t given a name yet,” I state. “All they’re revealing is that the patient is a male and currently being treated in the burn center.”

“What now?” Micah asks.

Handing Jensen back his phone, I look both of them over. “Not a word to Killian,” I sternly let out, running a hand through my hair. “This stays between us for the time being. I’ll handle this alone.”

Micah trails closely behind me. “Like hell, you will,” he spits out. “We’re in this together. Always. I’m coming with you.”

“Do you really think Killian isn’t going to find out?” Jensen calls out from the doorway as I throw on a black hoodie. “He most likely already knows. He’s not an idiot.”

“This was our fuck up,” I grimly say. “I don’t know how the hell he made it out of that fire, but we are going to fix this.” I quickly spin around to face them. “I don’t need Killian giving me any more shit. He already thinks he’s all high and fucking mighty. That I’m suddenly too preoccupied with Quinn’s pussy that I’m unable to get shit done.”