Chapter Twenty-Six
Twenty-Six
Shay
Prime pressed a kiss to my lips, slid out of the bed with a low groan, and walked toward the bathroom. The door clicked shut behind him, and I tried to catch my breath.
I was still on my back, heart not totally recovered, when Prime’s phone lit up on the nightstand and started vibrating.
At first, I ignored it.
Then it started ringing again.
“Shay!” Prime called from the bathroom. “Grab that! Who is it?”
I leaned over and looked at the screen. “Anchor!” I called back.
“Answer it!”
I guess it was a little odd to have Anchor calling after midnight. My stomach flipped. I fumbled the phone into my hand and pressed it to my ear. “Uh, hello?”
“Shay?” Anchor’s voice was sharp. Urgent. “Give the phone to Prime. Right now.”
My pulse spiked. “Okay, uh, hold on—”
Prime came out of the bathroom naked, and while I always appreciated seeing him sans clothes, I knew now was not a time to appreciate him. He froze when he saw my face.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, already reaching for the phone.
“I don’t know,” I whispered. “Anchor just said to give it to you.”
Prime snatched it from my hand and hit speaker. “What?” he barked.
Anchor didn’t waste a second. “Another body,” he said. “And this one is not a skeleton. It’s still warm.”
A shiver shot down my spine so hard it made my teeth ache.
Still warm. That meant… alive not that long ago.
Recent.
Too recent.
Prime’s entire body went rigid.
Anchor kept talking. “I already called Doc. Wannabe and Push are bringing the body to the cellar now. I’m going to bring Pearl back to the clubhouse so you can keep an eye on the girls with Lost.”
Prime exhaled sharply through his nose. “Yeah,” he said. “I’m here.”
“I’ll update you when I get her inside,” Anchor replied. Then the line clicked off.
Prime stood there for a second, staring at the dead phone screen. His teeth clenched so hard I was afraid his jaw would snap.
I pulled the sheet up around me, heart hammering. “Prime…”
He finally looked at me.
And there it was: fear, anger, and protectiveness, all tangled into one brutal knot behind his eyes.
“We’ve got each other. I’ll protect you with my dying breath,” he said quietly. “But that doesn’t mean any of this is over.”
I nodded and swallowed the lump in my throat.
Because he was right.
Nothing was over.
Not even close.