“Come on, let’s get home and shower.” I nodded, and Ace unwrapped his arms from around my waist and let me up. Tyson tugged me toward him before kissing my hair.
“They will all be fine, and we will get them back. We just need to wait a bit longer. Avery or Ryker will wake soon, and then we will know what to do,” he said, and I nodded. I already knew what to do.Fucking search and not sit on our hands.
We all reluctantly left. Despite being worried about mom, I needed to head home to meet Melana tonight. I needed to bring my brothers home, to make sure they were safe. Right now, that was all I cared about.
The drive home was silent while I tried to figure out what to do next. Leaning between the two front seats, I turned the air-conditioning up. Tyson was right. My scent was so much stronger, the heat really getting to me.
Even Lucille was panting in my head and whining about the heat. Ace glanced at me, his brows furrowed before touching my head, the warmth of his hand making me hotter, and I slapped it away and a growl tore out of me. I felt so uncomfortable in this stuffy car.
“Settle down,” Ace growled at me.
“Sorry, it’s just boiling.”
“It is quite warm today,” he murmured, and I saw Tyson’s eyes dart to me in the rear-vision mirror.
“I know everyone is irritable, but we just need to be patient. Once Avery wakes up, we will know our next move.”
“Anything is better than nothing,” I murmured, and his eyes darted to mine and narrowed slightly.
“Are you feeling okay?”
“Yeah, just tired,” I mumbled, resting my head back on the headrest and enjoying the cold AC in the car. We pulled up at home, and I instantly started sweating the moment I left the coolness of the vehicle. A shiver ran through me upon being back here, and it felt so long ago, even though it had only been a couple of days and yet a lifetime of drama happened in that time.
The house was quiet as we entered, and Tyson checked the phone’s answering machine while I wandered down the hall to the bathroom. Pulling my phone out, I saw a message from an unknown number, and I opened it.
“I will be in the garage at midnight and will wait for you until you escape them. I still think we should tell someone.”
Chapter eighty-three
Ifiguredthenumberwas Melana. How she got my number was beyond me, but I just thought she either already had it or asked for it from someone.
“See you then. I will get Ace’s keys,”I replied just as the bathroom door opened.
Ace walked in, and I put my phone down, locking the screen.
“Who was that?”
“Just checking my emails,” I lied. He nodded while walking over, turning the shower on, and stripping his clothes off. I shook my head. I intended to shower alone, but oh well. I tugged my clothes off.
“Tyson?”
“On the phone,” Ace growled. I wondered what had made Ace so grumpy this time but couldn’t be bothered to ask.
The water was hot against my skin, and I turned the water down, the steam making me dizzy.
“Freaking cold, Luce!” Ace shrieked when I turned it down.
“It is boiling outside,” I snapped at him when he tried to turn the temperature up.
“Doesn’t mean we need to freeze in the damn shower,” he retorted, turning it up. I rolled my eyes at him and reached for the soap, snatching it from his hands.
“Fuck, what’s wrong with you?” he asked.
“Nothing,” I mumbled while washing myself.Only a few more hours, I reminded myself. A few more hours, and I would be out of here actually doing something other than waiting around and wasting time.
***
The time ticked by slowly. We showered, had dinner, and then stared at the TV, not really watching it. Tyson spent the majority of the night on the phone pacing the veranda. Ace, however, was being annoying as hell and kept touching me. How his mind could even go there with everything going on was beyond me, and I was about to throat-punch him if he didn’t stop soon.