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Now, the pursuit felt like the final few droplets of rain after a heavy downpour dripping down the back of my collar.
She was the reason I was gathering that money.
Agatha.
I didn’t realize it at the time, but I had always been waiting for her to come into my life, for her to make a nest and get comfortable inside it.
And now here she was.
Her hand held tightly onto mine and it was the most natural sensation in the world.
She was my fated mate.
There was no question about that.
We eased around the final flight of stairs, careful to slow our approach, not knowing what we might find when we crossed into view.
Earlier, I had left a group of armed pigs a little worse for wear and with good reason to give me a good hiding when they saw me next.
They weren’t there when we came to the ground floor.
A dented metal door lay in the middle of the wall and I knew with certainty I wouldn’t hear much through it even if I tried.
I tried anyway and was disappointed I was right.
Agatha touched me gently on the arm, concern rimming her eyes.
“Be careful,” she said.
“You know me,” I said, returning her smile easily. “I’m always careful.”
The dent in the door had morphed the sheer plate and made it stab into the wooden doorframe.
A metal door in a wooden doorframe?
Whose idea was that? I wondered.
It stuck and I pressed my shoulder against it, pressing my weight onto it.
My intention wasn’t to shove it open but ease it one inch so I could peer inside and get a good look at what lay on the other side.
I pressed my weight against the door and the wooden frame splintered and cracked.
The dented corner scratched the frame and tore a deep gouge in it.
It occurred to me few people must come this way otherwise there would be a ton of gouge marks in the wood already.
Or else the dent was newly formed and there was no mark because no one had opened it.
The wooden frame gave and the wood splintered into a thick explosion of spikes.
Too far, I thought. I only wanted an inch and it gave me a yard.
My hand was still perched around the handle as I planted a foot to prevent the door from opening any further.
Instead of pulling the door shut and pretending it hadn’t happened, I left the door open.
It wasn’t going to be a surprise what’d happened and we needed it open anyway if we wanted to pass through.
