Gordon’s POV
I stumbled down the stairs of my house, trying to shake off the weight that had forced me to take a mid-morning nap. I had been lucky that I didn’t pass out in the distillery. That was the last thing the remnants of Frost Pelt needed to see.
I wasn’t sure how much longer I could put it off though. I was losing time more often these days. The only solace I had was my office at the distillery and the familiar pace of managing production. I tried every day not to think about how quiet the house was without my brothers and nephews or how empty my life had become since Grace, my mate and wife, had been killed and my little girl was taken.
I was grateful that I was not certain she was dead too. I was grateful that the few of us who had survived the attack could still band together and that not everything had been lost, but I had no faith that Teagan was searching for her any longer.
I don’t know that I ever
Glenda’s POVAfter Grace had jumped out of the Jeep, I knew that she had made her decision about what to believe. I couldn’t blame her. If my father was alive, I don’t know that I could have kept pretending even if he seemed perfectly healthy.It had all happened so fast; all I could do was follow Grace and Gordon in through the side door. Matt followed just behind me. She moved quickly, steering her father down the narrow hallway and across the narrow metal bridge above the floor filled with large metal silos. When she got him into a small office and onto a cot, he spoke softly to her, reaching into the hood of her jacket.I didn’t understand what they were saying. They spoke so softly, I couldn’t understand the words, but I was almost certain they weren’t speaking English.I looked at Matt whose eyes were narrowed observing Grace, bent over her father. He struggled to sit up even as she tried to push
Matt’s POVI couldn’t look at her. Once we started heading towards the office, it was better to use the walk to calm down. Lucas was growling with want, demanding some time alone with her, an explanation, or at least to push her up against a wall and kiss her breathless, but I shoved his thoughts aside.I’d made her a promise.I’d made myself a promise. I wouldn’t break it just because she’d done a sexy dance for a dance class that Felix had put together.I’d take out my frustrations about Felix’s hair-brained scheme on Felix later. We’d get into a sparring ring and I’d put him through his paces until I wasn’t so frustrated.