We haven’t heard a peep from Ainsley since she went into hiding. Ryker is frantic but it pushes this shit with the Syndicate. We need that information. She will be fine and will keep out of trouble until we can figure this shit out.
“Gruff,” Wren plops herself next to my right hand and steals his whiskey, tipping it back before Ryker can stop her. “That’s good shit.”
“Yeah it is,” Ryker growls, “And you just drank it.”
I wave a finger to the server and gesture for drinks as I settle into the couch opposite and beckon Wren to my side.
She stares at me, her face telling me all the things her mouth wants to. Basically,fuck you.
“Little bird,” I drawl, “What did we talk about in the car?”
She growls but gets up, crossing the short space to throw herself down next to my side. I hook her around the waist and drag her close, holding her to my body.
“Any news?” I ask Ryker.
He shakes his head, “Griffin was spotted about twenty minutes away. They’ll let him through the underground.”
“Good.”
Now we wait.