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Authors: Anya Nowlan
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it was you guys, and then everything went up and I couldn’t get out.”
A tear rolled down her cheek, more shock than anything else, Ragnar knew. A feeling of certainty rose in his chest, one that he’d already made up his mind about as he was driving back toward Hamilton House, but that he could only now put into words.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s over. And I’ll never let you be in danger again,” he said sternly, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Wouldn’t that be hard to do with you actively trying to ignore me?” she queried, her boldness apparently immune to the fire.
“I’m sorry, beautiful. It’s a long story and I’ll tell you all of it. But right now we need to get you checked out,” he said.
And catch the fuckers who did this to you, he added quietly in his head, picking Abigail up and walking back to his truck.
There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this stunt. And they were going to pay.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Abigail
The workshop fire had been put out easily enough as soon as Redmond and Royce returned from the forest fire. By then, of course, the shed was nothing more than a pile of rubble, along with Redmond’s new truck. The irony of him losing two trucks in about as many weeks wasn’t lost on anyone, though Redmond didn’t seem to find it too funny.
Despite her loud objections, Abigail had been taken to Warren’s wife Kacey, who was a nurse, for a quick check-up. She was administered a healthy dose of rest and relaxation, which she was obviously not going to follow. How could she when the world was going to shit around her? Someone had tried to kill her and she knew they must have heard her calls from within the pit when the match had been lit. Despite Ragnar’s reluctance, she’d weaseled herself along for the immediate drive to the Hassleback homestead.
She was still coughing, feeling like someone had shoved a chimney down her throat instead of a windpipe, when they pulled up in front of the Hassleback house. There was just one truck parked in front of it and the blue-eyed man who walked out of the building didn’t seem too surprised at all to find the three Hamilton brothers standing there, with a slightly scorched Abigail in the background.
Her eyes immediately went to his boots. They were the same kind of dark brown boots that she’d seen during the fire, but they were missing those bright yellow tags. Swallowing thickly, she went to stand beside Ragnar, not entirely sure what was going to happen next but knowing that she might have to be the voice of reason here.
“It’s not him,” she whispered softly, getting onto her tiptoes.
Ragnar’s hard expression contorted slightly at that.
“Where’s your brother, Sear?” Ragnar barked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not his babysitter. I don’t know,” Sear answered glumly, his brows furrowed. “And even if I did, why would I tell you?”
“Why? Because as far as we know, your brother’s the one running around setting half of Shifter Grove on fire,” Royce growled.
“Why just him? I think they’re both in on it,” Redmond huffed, exchanging a look with Ragnar.
“Someone set the workshop on our grounds on fire today, about two hours ago. Before that, a patch of forest went up as well. I don’t think this is an accident. Abigail almost died in the workshop fire and whoever lit the match heard her screaming in there. Anything you want to say about that, Sear?” Ragnar asked, his calm, deep voice trembling a little.
Sear’s eyebrows shot up, and for a second his cool, controlled demeanor wavered. He looked like he’d just gotten hit by a truck, his expression going slack, before he caught himself and brushed it off. Ragnar was almost vibrating with anger, but Abigail knew that the Hamiltons wouldn’t gang up on a single guy. That wasn’t the way they operated. But without real proof, they couldn’t drag Sear back for questioning either.
“I don’t know what you’re
A tear rolled down her cheek, more shock than anything else, Ragnar knew. A feeling of certainty rose in his chest, one that he’d already made up his mind about as he was driving back toward Hamilton House, but that he could only now put into words.
“Don’t worry about it. It’s over. And I’ll never let you be in danger again,” he said sternly, planting a kiss on her forehead.
“Wouldn’t that be hard to do with you actively trying to ignore me?” she queried, her boldness apparently immune to the fire.
“I’m sorry, beautiful. It’s a long story and I’ll tell you all of it. But right now we need to get you checked out,” he said.
And catch the fuckers who did this to you, he added quietly in his head, picking Abigail up and walking back to his truck.
There was no doubt in his mind who was behind this stunt. And they were going to pay.
CHAPTER ELEVEN
Abigail
The workshop fire had been put out easily enough as soon as Redmond and Royce returned from the forest fire. By then, of course, the shed was nothing more than a pile of rubble, along with Redmond’s new truck. The irony of him losing two trucks in about as many weeks wasn’t lost on anyone, though Redmond didn’t seem to find it too funny.
Despite her loud objections, Abigail had been taken to Warren’s wife Kacey, who was a nurse, for a quick check-up. She was administered a healthy dose of rest and relaxation, which she was obviously not going to follow. How could she when the world was going to shit around her? Someone had tried to kill her and she knew they must have heard her calls from within the pit when the match had been lit. Despite Ragnar’s reluctance, she’d weaseled herself along for the immediate drive to the Hassleback homestead.
She was still coughing, feeling like someone had shoved a chimney down her throat instead of a windpipe, when they pulled up in front of the Hassleback house. There was just one truck parked in front of it and the blue-eyed man who walked out of the building didn’t seem too surprised at all to find the three Hamilton brothers standing there, with a slightly scorched Abigail in the background.
Her eyes immediately went to his boots. They were the same kind of dark brown boots that she’d seen during the fire, but they were missing those bright yellow tags. Swallowing thickly, she went to stand beside Ragnar, not entirely sure what was going to happen next but knowing that she might have to be the voice of reason here.
“It’s not him,” she whispered softly, getting onto her tiptoes.
Ragnar’s hard expression contorted slightly at that.
“Where’s your brother, Sear?” Ragnar barked, his arms crossed over his chest.
“I’m not his babysitter. I don’t know,” Sear answered glumly, his brows furrowed. “And even if I did, why would I tell you?”
“Why? Because as far as we know, your brother’s the one running around setting half of Shifter Grove on fire,” Royce growled.
“Why just him? I think they’re both in on it,” Redmond huffed, exchanging a look with Ragnar.
“Someone set the workshop on our grounds on fire today, about two hours ago. Before that, a patch of forest went up as well. I don’t think this is an accident. Abigail almost died in the workshop fire and whoever lit the match heard her screaming in there. Anything you want to say about that, Sear?” Ragnar asked, his calm, deep voice trembling a little.
Sear’s eyebrows shot up, and for a second his cool, controlled demeanor wavered. He looked like he’d just gotten hit by a truck, his expression going slack, before he caught himself and brushed it off. Ragnar was almost vibrating with anger, but Abigail knew that the Hamiltons wouldn’t gang up on a single guy. That wasn’t the way they operated. But without real proof, they couldn’t drag Sear back for questioning either.
“I don’t know what you’re
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