Everette was still asleep when Kayden left for work. He wished he could stay—just be with him, make sure he was safe. His nerves and instincts had been haywire ever since Everette returned. He still felt scared and on edge, but Everette was home now. Safe. It was something he had to remind himself of every minute.
Kayden was seated in his office, reviewing a file, when Bryson burst in looking frantic—eyes wide, chest heaving.
“We have to go, Kayden,” Bryson said, breathless. “Now.” He stressed the word so sharply that Kayden was already on his feet before he fully processed it.
“What’s wrong, Bryson? What’s going on?” he asked, grabbing his suit jacket from the back of his chair.
Bryson didn’t answer right away. He headed straight for the door, but Kayden rounded the desk and caught his shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Kayden pressed, urgency rising in his voice.
Bryson swallowed hard, then sighed. “Clare called.”
