Bastian's Storm (Surviving Raine 2)

“He…he’d better not...”

“No, no,” Landon said quickly as he realized how I had taken his words, “nothing like that. She’s doing a little babysitting, actually.”

Babysitting?

“Alex?”

“Naturally.” Landon polished off his drink and dropped the glass to the table. “She appears to be getting along with your son quite well, actually. She’s an interesting woman—very calm in a crisis. I can see why you are so attracted to her.”

The image of Raine and a child—my child—emerged in my head and calmed me. They had a reason to keep her safe for now, not just because I’d fucking quit on them if they hurt her, but also because Franks didn’t want to have to deal with a kid while he ran his games. His selfishness would be her salvation.

Holding them both captive was also another reason I had to win.

Strangely enough, I started to see Landon’s point. With Raine secured somewhere away from the tournament, I wouldn’t have to worry about her safety until after the fighting was over. I wouldn’t have to think about Arden going after her. I wouldn’t have to wonder what was happening to my kid because I knew she would take care of him just as if he were her own.

“I want to see her,” I said again. “I want to see both of them.”

“Eventually,” Landon said. “Right now, we’re going to head to the airport.”

He stood up, crossed the room, and reached into the briefcase sitting on the desk. He walked over to the chair and handed me a boarding pass.

“Where are we going?” I asked as I looked it over. The boarding pass clearly stated the flight was headed for New York, but I doubted that was our final destination. Traveling with Landon always involved connecting flights to make it harder to track his movements.

“Connecting flight to Thompson, a city in Manitoba,” Landon said. “We can get you properly a

ttired there.”

He looked down at my bare feet.

“I suppose we need to at least acquire you some shoes before we leave.”

I glanced down at myself. Lack of footwear aside, I was dressed in a pair of shorts and a T-shirt. I certainly wasn’t prepared for cold weather, and there weren’t any parka shops anywhere around Miami. Landon didn’t want to waste any more time but allowed me to pick up my bike. There was a big scratch on the body where I had dropped it, but at least it hadn’t been stolen or towed.

I took the motorcycle back to the condo and then went inside to grab my shoes. I tried not to think about Landon coming in here unannounced and dragging Raine off, because if I thought about it too much, I was going to go back down there and kill him in the parking lot. I doubted he’d given her any time to pack anything, so I tossed a few essential items for both of us in a small carry-on bag and dragged it out with me.

Landon was waiting for me at the back entrance, and without a word, we headed to the airport in Ft Lauderdale. I followed blindly as Landon led the way through security. I was a little stunned at how quickly everything was happening and was having trouble just keeping my thoughts from going too crazy. Before I knew it, we were sitting in our first class seats on the plane, and one of the flight attendants was offering me a drink.

Yes, I want a fucking drink. Several, in fact.

“No, thanks,” I said quietly as I shook my head.

Landon ordered one, the bastard. I could see in his eyes he was doing it just to fuck with me. He probably thought it was good for me to have to exercise self-control when I was around the stuff. As soon as the flight attendant moved away, he started giving me more information about where we were headed.

“We’ll be training near Thompson for the next three weeks so you can get acclimated to fighting in the colder climate. After training, we’ll take several small planes to reach Resolute, way up in the northern territories. It’s near the island where the games will be played.”

“Where’s Franks?” I asked.

“He’ll join us in Thompson,” Landon said.

“And Raine?” I’d been pressing him for more information since we’d left the hotel earlier that day, but he hadn’t given me much.

“She’ll be there eventually,” he said.

“You have to let me see her,” I said, trying to urge him to comply, “or just talk to her. I need to know she’s okay.”

More than anything, I wanted to hear her voice. I wanted to tell her everything was going to be all right and that she didn’t have to be scared. I’d promised to protect her, and I was already failing in that respect.

“Eventually,” he said for the millionth time.