Arlo sighed quietly, breaking the moment. “Let’s just settle down for a minute. Catch our breath.”
Gage stayed close to me, leaning against the counter, arms crossed, a silent shield. I leaned back slightly, trying to soak in the small comfort of having someone I trusted nearby.
Asher finally sat down heavily on the couch, running a hand through his hair. “This is ridiculous.” He muttered. “You’re safe at the packhouse. The packhouse is where you need to be.”
I shook my head again, feeling a stubborn spark inside me. “Not while Amy is there.” I repeated. “I’m staying. I need—” I stopped, realizing I couldn’t even say it aloud. I needed to feel safe, and right now, I only felt safe with the twins here.
Amy made a small, deliberate movement toward the door, and my pulse jumped. She didn’
