Flock (The Ravenhood)

“Do I make you happy? Even a little?”

I can’t help my smile at his silence before he kisses me breathless.

Dominic pulls up to the garage and I grin when I see Sean’s Nova. I rush through the lobby, stopping short when I see the look on his face. He meets Dominic’s eyes behind me, his expression grave before he gives me his attention, a quick flash of teeth when I reach him.

“You’ve been up to no good?”

“Always.”

“That’s my girl.”

“Where is everyone?” I ask, looking around the garage. Sean ignores my question and runs his fingers through my hair.

“Cecelia, I’m going to take you home, okay?”

I turn to see Dominic’s eyes have gone cold; his jaw set in a firm line.

“But—”

“Not tonight, okay?” Sean says softly. “Me and Dom have to talk.”

I know asking what’s wrong is pointless, but the tension rolling off him has me on high alert.

“Are you…safe?”

He runs his finger along my nose and peers down at me with pure adoration.

“Safety is an illusion, baby.”

“God, Sean, just for once, can you lie to me?”

“I hate the ground you walk on.” He deadpans before glancing over my shoulder at Dominic who speaks up behind me.

“When?”

“Now.”

“Fuck,” he says, his eyes trail over me and then back to Sean. “Get her home.”

Sean nods and grips my hand, and I shake my head walking toward Dominic. Just once, I hope he’ll make an exception and let his temper take a backseat, and he does. I rise up on my toes as he pulls me to him and kisses me for long seconds, practically lifting me off my feet with the sweep of his tongue. When he pulls away, I’m dazed.

“You gotta go, baby.” The term of endearment from his lips instills dread into me. I glance back at Sean as emotions take over and I see it, the worry I’ve gotten glimpses of since the moment we met.

They’re scared.

It’s written in the rigidity of their posture as well as their expressions.

“It’s okay,” Sean says softly, pulling me to him, uncertainty in his tone. “But we have to go, Pup. Right now.”

“Okay,” we move past Dominic, and our fingers brush. He doesn’t look back. He just stands in the middle of the garage, his eyes cast down, and I watch him just seconds before he erupts, the jarring sound of metal hitting the bay doors as Sean rips me from the building and pulls me into the car.

All the color drains from my face as Sean ushers me inside.

“I don’t care, do you hear me, I don’t care what it is, give me something.”

He tears out of the parking lot and I wait, knowing he can feel the anxiety pouring from me.

“Sean, plea—”