“Yeah.” Gingerly, he probed at his cheek, his jaw. “They broke something in there. It’s just a little sore now.”

“You came back for me.”

“Sure I did. I’d never leave you like that. I just had to— Don’t cry. Come on, don’t cry.”

“I knew you would come back for me.” The hours and hours of waiting for him to wake crashed down on her. “I couldn’t get out. I couldn’t help. They kept hurting you, and hurting you. They had something that stopped my bracelets. Bran fixed them, but I couldn’t break the glass and help you. I wanted to cause their deaths—especially the man with the knives. But I couldn’t.”

“We’re here.” He stroked her hair. “We’re safe, and we’re here. That’s what counts. The compass.”

She got up quickly, took it from her dresser. “It’s here. It’s safe, too. I’ll get Bran.”

“How about this? I need some clothes because I’m completely naked here. Help me get dressed, and we’ll go to Bran.”

“There’s pain in your eyes.”

And there were shadows under hers.

“It’s not so bad. Scout’s honor—I promise,” he corrected. “I need to move, Anni. I just need to move, and to eat something, and to find out what the hell happened.”

“Riley said you wouldn’t sleep again if you woke.” On a sigh, Annika turned back to the dresser. “I brought your clothes into my room. I want you to stay with me.”

“Good, that’s what I want, too. Just grab me some pants and a shirt.”

She did as he asked, helped him dress.

“Sawyer?”

“Yeah.”

“You are a hero to me.”

“Anni? You’re a hero to me. How about helping me downstairs so we can talk to the other heroes?”

It hurt, but nothing he figured a few aspirin wouldn’t deal with. And some food. And a beer. As they came out of Annika’s room, Riley came out of hers.

“I just— Hey! There he is.”

“He wouldn’t take the medicine, just as you said.”

“He’s okay, aren’t you, cowboy?” Riley stepped closer, gently rubbed a hand over the few days’ worth of beard. “A little scruffy, but it looks good on you. You scared the shit out of us.”

“Hey, me, too.”

“Let’s get you downstairs. I bet you could use some food.”

“I could eat. A lot.”

“Good sign.” Like Annika, Riley wrapped an arm around his waist, and together they helped him downstairs. “Outside,” Riley prescribed. “Fresh air, sunshine. I’ve got him, Annika. Why don’t you get him a big cold glass of the sun tea.”

“Beer.”

“Not yet, pal. And some food. There’s pasta from last night, and—”

“Yes, yes, I can fix the food, and the drink.”

“She’s filled us in,” Riley said in a low voice the moment they stepped outside. “But we’ll want your end of it. I’m going to tell you, she beat her tail bloody trying to get out to you, and she’s stuck with you since Bran put you under. She hasn’t been out of the room either. She needs the sun and the water.”

“Okay.” More than a little rocky, he sat under the pergola. “The pool’s just a stopgap. She needs the sea. Bran can get her down to the water. I can’t make it yet.”

“We’ll take care of it.”

Riley stepped back, spotted Sasha painting on the terrace, signaled her. “Sawyer’s awake, he’s down here. You want to get Bran?”

“We’ll be right down.”

Then glancing toward the grove, Riley put two fingers in her mouth, let out a long, loud whistle.

“Hey, a wolf whistle.”

Riley glanced back, smirked. “Glad to see you’ve got your lame humor back. Okay, shit.” She walked to him, took his face in her hands, kissed him hard on the mouth. “I’m going to help Anni. And get a beer.”

“I want a beer.”

“No alcohol without Dr. Sorcerer signing off.”

He’d have sulked over it, but as Riley strode away, Sasha dashed out. And as Riley had, kissed him.

“Maybe I should get tortured more often. It gets all the girls.”

“Your color’s good. How’s the pain?”

“It’s there. Not bad, but there.”

“We’ll take care of that. You’re hungry.”

“I’m starved.”

“Let’s see the knife wound.” Without ceremony, she lifted his shirt, gently probed as Doyle strode across the lawn. “It’s healing well. And the shoulder . . . better. Your wrists, better yet. Stay with him,” she told Doyle. “Bran’s coming down, and I’m going to help put food together.”

With a nod, Doyle sat across from Sawyer, studied him.

“Aren’t you going to kiss me? Everybody else has.”

“I’ll pass on that. They beat the fuck out of you, brother, and sliced you good while they were at it. And a cattle prod, was it? From what Annika described.”

“Something like that. Malmon?”

“Not a sign or a sound. After some considerable bitching by certain parties, Bran and Riley went up. You couldn’t be left unconscious, so they won that battle. There’s nothing left in the cave, and no survivors they could find. Malmon, according to Riley’s sources, hasn’t been back to the villa. His things are there right enough, but he hasn’t been seen.”