The Chase

“Asshole,” Seth muttered as Dean laughed and shook his head.

“Guess I’ll be showing the lot of you how to reach the roof.” Liam chuckled.

“Thanks, man.” Seth turned his attention on River. “You, me, and Dean need to powwow in the kitchen. Let’s put his SWAT and your Special Forces experiences to good use.”

“How long do you think it’s going to take before Jedediah figures out where we’re hiding?” Though Heavenly tried to conceal the little tremor in her voice, Beck hadn’t missed it.

He opened his arms, inviting her into his embrace. He didn’t give two fucks about whatever secrets she was keeping right now. He just needed to hold her, savor her soft body, and drink in her familiar, reassuring scent in case tomorrow didn’t go his way.

As she settled on his lap and snuggled against him, Beck wrapped his arms around her and brushed a kiss to her forehead. “I don’t—”

“They’re closing in,” Liam interrupted, staring out the wide window—yet somehow seeing far beyond it. Every head in the room turned toward him. “They’re not coming tonight, but soon.” The Irishman with his creepy clairvoyance turned and settled a knowing gaze on Beck and Seth. “Do whatever you need to get your house in order.” He pointed to the three of them. “But nothing will be truly settled with mere words.”