Free Very Much Alive by Dana Marie Bell Page A

again?”
    Kir bit his lip. “I don’t know.”
    “Her fathers are going to pitch a fit when they find out what happened.”
    “Not to mention her boss. And her brothers and sister.”
    They looked at each other and winced. “Can we prove it was Val that shot her?”
    Kir shook his head. “And even if we could, they’d still blame us for putting her in danger.”
    “Not us. Me.”
    Kir didn’t say anything as Logan pulled into the parking garage and shut off the engine. They’d have to make sure the Lexus was added to their parking allotment, or they’d get towed. Since they didn’t use their powers any more than necessary that meant a long, boring trip to the manager’s office and filling out paperwork. Kir picked up Jordan, much to Logan’s disgust. He smirked at Logan’s disgruntled frown. “Your car, your paperwork.”
    Logan groaned at Kir’s grin. “Great. Where’s an assassin or two when you need one?”
     
    Logan left the manager’s office with a smirk on his face. He’d gotten a lecture from the overly fussy man on informing management about any “changes to the status of the tenancy of the condo”. Logan had been tempted to go back as the owner and give the man hell for upsetting a rich client, but he didn’t really have time for that sort of fun. So he’d chosen a different form of punishment for the pompous asshole. He grinned. He wondered how long it would take before the manager noticed that his signature on every single document in that office had been changed to Dick Head.
    He snickered as he stepped into the elevator. Kir would probably shake his head and try to talk him into changing it back. Jordan seemed more the type to try and make him change it back. And maybe he would change most of it back.
    Maybe. If they begged really prettily.
    He headed up to the twenty-second floor, eager to see them both, hoping Kir had settled her down in their bedroom. The thought of Jordan’s scent mingling with his and Kir’s on their sheets was irresistible.
    He opened the door to find Kir scowling at Jordan, who was busy trying to set up the video camera one-handed. She was pale and shaking.
    Logan glared at her, all of his instincts screaming at him that she needs to be resting, not fucking around with electronics. And since his instincts were backed up by her doctor’s orders, he felt fully justified in growling at her. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?”
    She looked up at him and smiled wearily. “We need to get the YouTube video going.”
    “Now?”
    “The sooner the better.”
    “The doctor said you’re supposed to be in bed.” He turned to Kir. “Why isn’t she in bed?”
    “Because when I went to pick her up she started struggling and I was afraid she’d reopen the wound.”
    Thunder sounded outside, letting Logan know exactly how upset Kir was. The fact that Kir hadn’t taken his eyes off Jordan was also not a good sign. He looked out the window to see a fine spring shower raining down on the city. “To bed, Jordan.”
    She stood up with a wince, her face paling even more. Beads of sweat dotted her forehead. “No.”
    Logan gritted his teeth. “I think Kir and I can figure out how to take a fucking video. Go. To. Bed. ”
    She put one hand on her hip, the other half in and half out of the sling the doctor wanted her to wear. “When I’m done.” She glared at him. “Oh, and by the way, I’m still not sure why you guys brought me here instead of to my apartment, other than the fact that you think Uncle Val will come after me there.” She turned back to the equipment, muttering to herself.
    When she hissed in pain, Logan decided enough was enough.
    He looked at Kir, who nodded. Together the two men moved on Jordan, Kir in the back, Logan in front. They sandwiched her between them before she knew what they were doing.
    “Guys, this isn’t funny— hey! ”
    Kir held her arms while Logan picked her up. Together they two-stepped her into the bedroom. Ignoring