Riding the Line (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 2)

“You cold, darlin’?” Frost asked.

I pressed my lips together and tried no

t to cry. “Uh, maybe a little.”

“Let me see what I have in my room for you.”

Oh, Frost.

Why had I waited so long to admit my feelings for him? Even three weeks ago, I would have said the man did nothing for me even though I would have been lying.

I could have had his fierce protectiveness sooner.

He moved down the hallway to his room and was back instantly with a warm flannel button-down shirt. He draped it over my shoulders, and I fed my arms through the holes.

“Thank you,” I whispered.

I didn’t know what to feel in that moment.

So many things were coming at me all at once that I couldn’t process any of them.

Bunny and Tanya were dead.

Pam had been kidnapped from my room, and now, she was dead.

Royal was still missing.

Nothing was getting fixed, and more things were just falling apart.

“Yo,” King called.

My head snapped up at his voice.

Frost had told me King had gotten a call from Marco, but no one knew what it was about. After we had found out Pam was dead, King disappeared outside with Ransom for a little bit, and then Ransom had walked back inside by himself.

“Move two tables over to the corner by the TV,” he ordered Easy and Pie. “Club and Indiana only.”

Oh shit. Here we go. Maybe this was what I had been waiting for. Was the call from Marco about Royal?

Frost grabbed my hand and pulled me over to the TV. Pie and Easy set the table in front of us, and Snapper hauled over two chairs.

“Here ya go.” He set the chairs down and smiled sadly at me. Snapper was the youngest in the club, but he was actually one of the guys I knew pretty well. Since he was low man on the totem pole, he always seemed to draw the short stick to be the door guy at the club. He was always there when I got to work, and he always walked me to my car after my shift.

Young with an extremely good heart.

I knew Meg and King had been the ones to raise him after his parents died in a tragic car accident.

“Holding up okay?” I asked him.

He shrugged. “As good as can be expected. I’ll bring your drink over when Cyn finishes making it.”

“Thanks,” I whispered.

Zig and Zag corralled the club girls over to the kitchen, and they started eating while I sat in on the impromptu meeting with the club.

This had to be about Royal. That was the only reason why I would be allowed to be over here.

“You need me to come over there, too?” Luna called.