Page 42 of Indigo

We look at each other and flinch. Half an hour ago I was sure this was a bad idea, and now I’m pretty sure it is the worst thing we ever did.

“We left her…” Nash starts.

“You left her? Where?” Dom sounds alarmed for the first time in this call.

“She needed time. She was freaking out. She…”

“I don’t care if she’s screaming and kicking her feet, man. Get Indie and take her the hell away from Texas.”

There was urgency in me before, but nothing compares to what it feels like right now. I suck in a breath, but it’s not enough. My hands tremble, and my knees are about to give out. What if someone found her? What if we left just for a pack to find her and drag her back to a breeding house?

We promised she’d never be in danger again. What kind of mates are we?

“I have to go,” Nash says into the phone, not worried about hearing Dom’s next words as he hangs up.

Silence descends between us three, as well as fear, anguish, and a bunch of other emotions I don’t care about. We don’t even have a truck here. We’re going to have to track back to Emilio and beg him for the horses.

“What if she left the hotel?” Hank lets the panic talk. “What if she’s out there, no idea she’s in danger?”

“We have to find her.” Nash shakes his head. “We’ll find Indie.”

“What if she’s not there?” Hank grits out with uncharacteristic anger.

“I’m here.”

twenty-five

Indigo

“Did you drive again?”

The three of them shout at once, eyes wide and expression furious. Well, the way they were talking about going back for me seemed like they would be a little happier to know this time I ran toward them.

A few days ago, I hopped in that truck and drove away from everyone and everything. A few days ago, nothing could stop me from being free, yet when danger came, I didn’t run toward solitude. I came to them.

It’s not because I’m scared. Fuck, I am scared shitless, but usually when I’m scared I go into hermit mode and close up completely. I’m not the kind of person who runs into someone’s arms.

Until now.

Well, it seemed like a big revelation for me, but they are watching me with anger instead of the lovesick expressions I was hoping for. What the hell?

“Yes, I drove here! No buses around, I guess.” I cross my arms against my chest and scowl at them.

“It’s fucking dangerous, Indie!” Nash says, but he has the decency to come to me, eyes searching my face and body as if he’s looking for an injury.

“Well, I didn’t have much choice,” I mutter under my breath.

They are not making this reunion cute. Honestly, a prickly girl thinks she wants to be alone forever just to find out she wants them? This is TV gold, but this pack is more concerned about the dangers of driving without knowledge or a license than the romance of it all. They are pissing me off.

“Nothing is more important than your safety, baby,” Hank says as he shakes his head.

It finally hits me. My cheeks turn bright red, and I look down at my feet. They are right. Of course they are. Driving here was a hundred times worse than before in the middle of the night. I had to deal with actual traffic, even if not much. It scared the bejesus out of me.

“I overheard a pack back in the hotel,” I say to my shoes because I’m not feeling all that anymore. “I couldn’t stay there.”

“You what?”

Again with the unison. In a flash, the three of them are around me, hands on my arms and cheeks. It’s ridiculous how much better it makes me feel, but it does. The ache in my heart lessens, and I realize while I don’t have the heat to demand their touch, I have something way worse.