Banks clicks his mic. “With or without the Rooster?” Rooster is code for Will Rochester.
“With,” Akara says heatedly.
Jane was hanging out with Luna and Sulli earlier tonight. Before the ankle injury. So I saw Akara on-duty, and at first, he was trying to do what I would’ve done in his situation.
Do not watch her and him. He can survey Sulli’s surroundings. His eyes don’t have to be on her laughter while a shitbag is flirting with intent to fuck.
But he has a real friendship with Sulli, and they began teasing each other. He stole her witch hat, and she took his whistle. From the outside, it would’ve been hard to decipher who she was actually on a date with: Akara or Will.
It reminds me that if the Alpha and Epsilon lead find out I’ve slept with Jane, they’d start really worrying about other bodyguards on SFO fucking their clients. Especially Akara, who has one of the closest relationships to a client you can have without crossing that line.
“No fractures,” Farrow says, adjusting the ice on her ankle. “Just a sprain. You need to ice for twenty minutes—”
“Ben?!” Maximoff calls, voice firm, and all of our heads swing towards Jane’s youngest brother.
Ben Cobalt is ten meters away and turns to look at Maximoff. He wipes wet hair out of his face, his climate-change-is-real shirt drenched after he just bobbed for apples. Twenty-three of his high school friends surround him, most dressed as baseball players—he got them on the guest list.
He’s allowed to be here, but I already know why Maximoff is concerned.
Xander.
Banks and I share a hard look, and I lift my mic to my mouth. “Thatcher to Tony, what’s your client’s AO?”
Ben jogs over to the hay bale. “Hey, Moffy…Jane?” Concern floods his eyes when he sees his older sister icing her ankle.
“I’m okay,” Jane assures with a soft smile, meeting my gaze for the shortest second.
My muscles tighten.
Maximoff stands up. “Ben, I thought my brother was with you? You said you were looking out for him tonight.”
Ben puts an earnest hand to his chest. “Xander told me he wanted to be alone. He was adamant, and I didn’t want to hassle him—and he seemed okay, like happy. I would’ve called you if I thought he wasn’t.”
Maximoff nods. “I’ll check on my brother. Just have fun.”
Ben clasps his hand, they hug, and then he speaks in French to Jane.
I’m still waiting for Tony to reply to comms. He’s not rogering up. Blood starting to boil, I try again. “What’s your AO, Tony?”
Banks shakes his head, pissed. He scouts our six and whispers, “And Epsilon thinks he’s the Messiah of their force. Yeah right. And I’m the Virgin Mary.”
SFE hates Farrow so much that they’re desperate to tote an Epsilon bodyguard who’s better. But praising Tony is like waving around a gold-foiled candy bar believing it’s solid gold.
I start to think Tony isn’t rogering up because of personal grievances. Fucking shitbag. “If he’s not responding just to fuck with me, I’m going to break his itty-bitty dick in half.”
Banks nods. “Amen.”
Farrow uses comms. “Farrow to security, anyone seen Xander?”
While I listen to comms, I head back to Jane. Seeing that she’s about to rise off the hay, I clasp her hand. Helping her to her feet, and she grips my waist, bracing herself to me.
“Thank you,” she whispers, our eyes meeting more than once.
“Can you put weight on it?” I wrap my arm around her hips.
She tries, and intakes a sharp breath. Negative. Jane looks up at me. “I have a feeling we’re going to need to go on a search for Xander. Maybe I should wait alone and find a crutch so I don’t hold the group back?” She turns her head, noticing Banks grabbing her boot and ice. “Thatcher—”
I already pull her in my arms.
“Oh my God,” she gasps under her breath while I easily cradle her against my chest. Her cheeks flushed, holding on to her black hat. She’s almost panting, and it takes me too long to stop looking at her.
This is where she’s meant to be. In my arms.
In my arms.
But as a bodyguard or a boyfriend? Can’t have both.
I narrow my searing eyes on the perimeter. Doing a quick scan for nearby threats. And for a red Power Ranger. Xander’s costume.
“He’s not answering my calls,” Maximoff says, phone to his ear again.
“We’ll find him,” Jane assures, her arm hooked around my neck. She’s careful not to pull out my earpiece.
Farrow tosses Banks a bandage from the trauma bag, and while I’m cradling Jane, my brother places the ice on her ankle and secures it with the wrap.
Still no word from security.
Maximoff slips his phone in the belt of his Captain America costume. He throws the red and blue shield aside in case he has to run. Ready to be with his brother. We have to find Xander.
I stay rooted to the present moment. To the mission. “Let’s push out,” I say.
“Together,” Jane adds. “I don’t think we should split apart.”
Maximoff nods in agreement, and Farrow clutches the back of his neck in comfort.
As we all head away from the carnival area, concern finally infiltrates me. Don’t think it. But I already am—I’m thinking about how Xander reminds me of the brother I lost.
He always has, and I’ve always tried to let that raw thought go.
But Xander is fifteen now. He’s the same age that Skylar died. And I can’t lose that kid like I lost my brother. He was mine to protect.
They both were.
We finally get word from temp security. Xander is at the graveyard on the hill. Where the DJ is stationed, and we move out in that direction. To ensure he’s okay.
The farm is massive. Over a hundred acres, and a four-wheeler passes with a giggling group of college-aged kids dressed as ghouls.
We pass the back of Hell 4: a rickety barn transformed into a haunted house, and sitting against the red chipped wood, Charlie Cobalt smokes a blunt and reads a book.
No guests approach him, per the rules of the party: no autographs, no pictures, no hassling the famous ones.
Oscar Oliveira is standing next to him. Scoping the area. So his gaze lands on me first, curly pieces of his hair falling over a rolled bandana. Looking the most Baywatch-ready with aviators on.
“Charlie,” Oscar says, alerting his client.
Charlie sees us, folding his book. He stands up, not bothering to dust dirt off his three-piece suit, and he joins our group.
Maximoff texted Charlie earlier to see if he wanted to come along and help find Xander. Charlie replied, “You’ll pass me.”
That was it.
And now he’s on the trek with us.
Jane smiles in my arms, seeing her brother and best friend work closer together.
Charlie sucks on a blunt and scrutinizes me holding Jane. Saying nothing about his sister in my arms. He’s been nice towards me specifically. And Banks too.
I didn’t know why until I asked Jane. She said Charlie told her, “Thatcher chose his twin, knowing it’d be harder to be seen as an individual.”
I chose to be around Banks instead of distance myself. We both chose that. A harder path, but the only one we’ve known. And apparently, Charlie values that.
That’s good. Considering Charlie is Jane’s brother. And I don’t know which one of her brothers would be the hardest to gain trust or respect from—she has five.
My jaw tics. Why would I need to gain anything from them? She’ll just be my client soon. I can still feel myself vacillating in two directions—I hate it.
I look down at Jane. She ditched her witch hat, and she rests her temple on my shoulder, comfortable against me.
She needs a bodyguard who she trusts. Stability. It’s vital to Jane, and I can’t abandon her detail.
“Stay frosty,” Banks says as we approach the muddy hill. Orange strobe lights swaying up towards the star-blanketed sky.
I focus. Tuning into my instincts, my senses. I hear yelling and cheering that accompanies competitions. Fervent. Loud.
Aggressive.
And that’s when I see the red Power Ranger, and adrenaline fuels my brain and blood. At the peak of the hill, Xander is in a full-blown fistfight with a white ranger.