“Who was likely instructed by Valentine.”
I nod my agreement. I hated this. I hated that I didn’t know what was real and what wasn’t, who I could trust and who I couldn’t.
He did this to me. Alexander Silver.
My life would have been fine had he never showed up.
But would I really want to go on without knowing him if I knew what I know now?
That was a question for another time.
Griff loiters at the end of the aisle, perusing the shelves and I spot a second man close by, a big guy and he’s cornering a smaller man. Shit.
“We need to get out of here,” Ryker says.
“No shit.”
“Just dump the stuff,” I say, “we’ll come back later.”
“No we take it,” Ryker growls, “we ain’t coming back out.”
I’m sure if the moment required it, Gruff would use his weapons but I hoped it wouldn’t come to that.
Gruff guides me the opposite way down the aisle, away from Griffin, Ryker still clutching the haul of womanly products with bright pink and purple packaging in his arms. If nerves and adrenaline weren’t causing chaos inside me I’d laugh at the situation.
We slip down an aisle a couple of rows down that would bring us out directly in front of the doors and make a beeline for it, that is until Griffin steps out in front of us.
His eyes are trained on me, hard and yet soft all the same.
“Wren,” his eyes dart to the left just as Ryker shuffles the stuff in his hands to one side and reaches for his gun. I still his movements, hoping like hell it isn’t a mistake.
“Griffin,” I greet.
His eyes bounce between me and Ryker, calculating, trying to figure out what this is. I’m sure he’s heard about Lex and me and everyone knows the man next to me is not Lex.
Griffin turns his attention back to me, scanning from the top of my head to the tips of my feet, “Are you okay?”
I frown but nod, “I am.”
“They told me Silver took you, kidnapped and hurt you.”
I knock my head side to side, “Some of that is true but I’m fine.”
“What bits?” He growls.
I have no idea what the fuck is going on here, “It doesn’t matter.”
“You’re not safe Wren,” Griff says, looking to Ryker and then back at me.
“From whom?”
“Anyone.”
Tears sting my eyes.
“You need to get out of here.” Griffin steps closer, his brows drawn down low.
“Stop,” Ryker growls, positioning himself in front of me.