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I nodded and felt better.
“What about Rosalea?”
“I think she is safe. As long as McKay thinks she’s his daughter, he won’t move on her. But he might try sending her a message, too. Meanwhile, I’ve one of my own to send,” Warden replied.
“Should we warn her about Pearl and McKay?”
“Yes. Soar will keep an eye on her, and we’ve bullet proof glass in the parlour. Even so, he needs to be aware as well.”
“Soar doesn’t have an ability if I remember correctly,” I muttered.
“Nope, but I’d hate to be anyone who pisses him off. His temper is a damn ability on its own. If Soar goes Nuclear, then everyone’s gotta duck and run,” Warden replied with a chuckle.
“Wow.”
“Come on, baby. Let’s head in. I’m sure Lindy will want to hear everything,” he said and walked me towards the doors with his arm around my shoulders.
In that moment, I was safe and brave. Fuck Pearl and McKay. They weren’t going to ruin my life.
Chapter Three.
Cécile
Idrove towards the RBMC clubhouse. Etienne was beside me and kept looking over his shoulder. It was early hours of the morning. It was past two, but I knew someone would be on the gates and an officer would be around. I was miserable and on edge. I had detoured all over the damn country before heading here. For six weeks, I’d laid false trails and hoped I’d lose the fucker I’d attracted.
Etienne glanced over his shoulder again, looking for a tail. I wasn’t sure who’d been hit the hardest, me or him. Leaving our home in New Orleans had been hard. I’d lived there fifteen years and Etienne for twelve. New Orleans suited us. Now, we were on the run and hunted. All because of my abilities.
“Head there, Cécile. We’ve got no tail,” Etienne said wearily.
“Sure?”
“Yeah, let’s get some rest,” he replied.
I nodded and drove straight for the compound. As we hit the gates, I saw a figure appear out of the darkness. His stance was alert, and I knew he had a weapon in hand.
“What ya want?” he demanded from where he stood. Safely behind the gates, I wanted to also be protected by.
“Warden’s expecting me. I’m Cécile, and this is my friend Etienne,” I called back.
“Wait there. If you try to breach, I’ll open fire,” the person warned.
“Okay.”
A few minutes passed before someone approached us. I recognised the walk and build and nodded at Noble.
“Cécile, Etienne. We’ve been waiting on you. Come in,” he said.
The gates opened, and I drove inside and parked outside their clubhouse. Noble looked at our piece of shit car.
“Not your usual standard of travelling,” Noble noted.
“Nope, and I ache from that pile of crap. It is not a nice drive,” I replied, and both Etienne and Noble snorted. Etienne in agreement, and Noble in amusement.
Etienne reached in the back and pulled two rucksacks out.
“It’s nearly three. The guest rooms have been prepared, hit the sack Cécile and Warden will meet with you in the morning,” Noble said as we headed towards the clubhouse. It was a huge assed building and different to what I expected. The Maine chapter clearly liked their comfort.
We followed Noble down the stairs.