Forbidden (Blood Ties #7)

The words surfaced in my mind, but I kept them to myself. The last thing I needed was my brothers panicking even more.

“So what do we do from here?” Thomas glared from me to Kane.

“We have a timeline.” I murmured. “So there’s nothing we can do until then.”

“A timeline?” Thomas scowled. “What timeline?”

Shit, he didn’t know. I lifted my hand, pressing my finger to my lips.Shh.Then I changed them for the number two.

“Weeks?” He mouthed.

I shook my head.

He scowled fiercely.“Days?”

My nod floored him. He stood there, unmoving, his gaze fixed on mine. “Then what?”

“Then we pray.” I answered, knowing too well we were leaving our fate in the hands of a woman who was half out of her mind with the drugs and the programming.

“This is going to work,” Thomas urged. “It has to.”

It did have to…there was no other choice.

“Christ, I need a goddamn drink.” Thomas turned and began to pace the floor.

“I can’t argue with that.” Kane muttered and headed for the door.

We all seemed to feel the same. My thoughts were so consuming, I barely felt the movement as my legs carried me through the hallways. Still, I pushed through the doors to the apartment and headed for the bar.

“What the fuck?” Kane stopped cold in the middle of the apartment, staring at the living room.

A cold, eerie feeling crept along my spine as I stepped closer.

Feet.

That’s what I saw first.

Bare.

Ugly.

Fucking.

Feet.

As I took a step, more of the body was revealed, naked hairy thighs, a pale, flaccid cock.

“Oh, Jesus.” Thomas groaned, staring down. “It’s him…the guard.”

What the fuck?

I stepped closer, seeing the ugly, deep purple marks around the swollen, distorted throat. “Sonofabitch.”

Fucking Coulter.

“It’s him.” Kane glared my way. “It has to be. It’s Coulter.”

“Yeah.” I grabbed my cell. “I got it.”