Page 180 of Deadfall

“I fucked up.” I ran a hand through my hair. “I did. And I’m sorry. I never thought you were the mole. Not really. But, I had to be sure, and I hope one day you’ll forgive me for it. I’ll give you a few more days—” Kyllion scoffed. “But you need to make a decision before we go after Mahoney.”

Kyllion shook his head. “Fuck you, Griffin.”

I turned and headed back inside. I’d barely made it through the door before a wave of dizziness hit me. Black spots exploded across my vision, and I put a hand on the wall to steady myself.

When was the last time I’d slept?

I barely finished the thought before the world tilted and I slammed down to my knees.

87

EMERSYN

I wasn’t spying. I was just—lingering in the hallway while I waited for Griffin to be done talking to Kyllion. I caught glimpses of them through the sliding glass door. Griffin looked exhausted and sad. Kyllion looked pissed off and hurt. I hoped they could eventually reconcile. It didn’t look like they were there though and when Griffin stepped back inside, he looked pale. I rushed to him before he even hit his knees.

“It’s because he hasn’t slept,” Seven’s voice came from over my shoulder.

I scowled at him. “What do you think you’re doing out of bed?” I exclaimed.

“I was going stir crazy in that room,” Seven protested. He leaned up against the wall for support and frowned down at Griffin who was half-slumped against the wall.

“I knew this was going to happen.”

“It’s happened before?” I asked.

Seven nodded.

“Fuck. Alright, that’s it.” I looked over at Kyllion who stood at the sliding glass door benignly staring at the scene in front of him. “You. Help me get his ass upstairs.”

He turned cold eyes my way, but Seven cleared his throat and I watched him throw a look of warning Kyllion’s way. The man sighed and came over to Griffin’s other side.

“And you—” I rounded on Seven.

“I’m not going back in that room,” Seven stated.

“Fine. If you can make it upstairs by yourself, you can come with us,” I said.

“Bet,” Seven nodded immediately and hobbled up the stairs.

I sighed and took up Griffin’s other arm. “Men,” I muttered.

Somehow our pitiful group made it upstairs. Kyllion deposited Griffin roughly onto the bed and stalked out. I pulled off Griffin’s shoes, while I listened to Seven’s voice on the stairs as he said something to Kyllion.

Seven was probably pushing things a little, but I was going to pick my battles. I yanked the covers out from under Griffin and then pulled them back up over him. By the time I was done, I was panting from the exertion—he was no small man. Seven leaned heavily against the door jamb. He looked paler than I would have liked. I quickly went and wrapped my arm around his waist.

“Stubborn asshole,” I muttered.

“You know it,” Seven said, but his voice was strained.

I gently eased him onto the other side of the bed and helped him under the covers. I stood back and surveyed the two of them.

“I know, we’re pathetic. You can make fun of us later,” Seven chuckled, but it was a breathless sound, and I knew that climbing those stairs had been taxing. His eyes closed and his breathing evened out.

A soft knock on the open door made me turn.

“How are they doing?” Rune asked quietly. “Kyllion told me.”

I shrugged. “Pushed themselves too hard probably.”