Chapter 28

My fingers flyover the keyboard. The glare from the screens flickers through the dark room. I've almost got the motherfucker, and I'm not stopping until the last bit o' info is in my hot, little hands.

Since the info about Elijah came in, I've been working relentlessly to gather as much information as I can. Much to Daddy's chagrin. Draven harps at me about eating and sleeping and while I'm doing better, he knows we've gotta find this asshole.

My phone buzzes, and a grin stretches my face. A photo I snapped o' Daddy and I cuddled up in my bed fills the screen. He doesn't know I took it, but I couldn't help myself. Daddy's sleeping in the photo, but he's got me tucked under his chin. His head rests above mine. I've sneaked a few photos o' us since he quit fighting this thing between us, but this one is my favorite.

"Hello, stranger," I say when the phone connects.

"Hello, min kara. Why aren't you in bed?"

"Why are you calling when I should be in bed?"

His laughter filters through the speakers and fills the room. "When was the last time ye slept, lilla du?"

Sighing, I answer, knowing he will not be happy. "I grabbed a couple o' hours last night."

A grunt. That's all I get. But he knows how important this is.

"And food. At least tell me yer eating."

Looking around at my room, I have to smile. At least in this one aspect, he won't be so upset with me. "I'm going to need you to come home soon. I've almost eaten all my meals."

"Good boy, mo ghille donn. I'm proud o' ye. As for coming home, I'll be there as soon as ye can get me a flight."

I squeal and pull up the contact info for the pilot, sending him the information so I can get Daddy back asap.

"It's done. Look for the message. I've already sent it. Now, can we talk about all the fun things you're going to do to me when you get here?"

More laughter crackles through our connection. "I think I'll leave ye guessing on that, pojke."

"Daddy," I whine.

"Whining willnae get ye what ye want. As ye well ken."

"Will you at least tell me what these two new nicknames you're using are?"

"Pojke is Swedish for baby boy. I'm gonna hang onto the other for a wee bit longer."

We talk for a while more. I have no clue what he's doing. I know where he is, o' course, but we do not talk about his trips outside this room. Everly is aware the Order stole his sister and that he's searching for her, but since the Society and the members must stay hidden, we keep his missions under wraps.

This trip has been the longest we've been apart since he choked me with his cock and asked me to be his. I giggle a bit because, well, if I'm honest, I can't help myself. The man makes me delusionally happy.

When he's here at headquarters—which is whenever he's not out on an assignment or tracing leads on Maeve—he's feeding me, forcing me to rest, and he's even started teaching me self-defense. Zayn and Everly's guys had taught me how to handle a knife, but Draven offered to teach me more when I made a comment while watching one o' his training sessions.

Draven wielding those axes o' his, especially the big one with the long handle, is breathtaking. I could sit for hours while he went through his training routine. I know I'll never be able to do anything close to what he can, but I like knowing I can defend myself physically. It has been slow going, because I've never been very athletic, but he's an amazing teacher.

Standing up to stretch, I head to the bedroom. I need a shower and some sleep. Draven will be home in a few hours, and I want to be fully rested when he arrives.