Chapter 62

While August looked over the floor plans with Enzo—her body tense for fight or flight—Darren cornered Aden in the bedroom.

“I think we better work out the logistics now,” Darren said.

Dark shadows made Aden look gaunt. Out of the company of the others, he held himself more stiffly, slower to move. “I know you want to kill Oliver. I can’t let you.”

“You have to let me. You’re still hurt. And he’s expecting you.”

“The pack would never forgive me.”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because I’m the reason Domingo is dead. And why Nick is gone. Marita was right about that.” He sagged against the edge of the bed, rubbing at his eyes. “Shit, Darren, this is such a fucking mess.”

“No, Marita was lashing out in her grief. Not surprising, but that doesn’t mean you have to pay any attention to her.” Darren settled beside him, resting a hand on Aden’s thigh. “I know it seems like everything’s a fucking mess, but I can fix it. For you. For the pack. And you can focus on getting Nick to safety.”