Free Van, Becca - The Love of Three [Elite Dragons 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Becca van

before we can chase down those leads. In the meantime, we can go home. Stedman’s orders.”
    Despite his fatigue, Bronsin felt himself smile. “He wants to see Alicia.”
    “Don’t we all.” Ward stood up. “I’ll wake you when it’s time to hit the road.”
    Closing his eyes, he thought about Alicia. He hoped she wasn’t too worried about them. She was his last thought as he drifted off to sleep.

    * * * *

    Alicia missed her men. They had been gone for two nights, but they were now on their way back and should arrive at any moment. She was proud of them all. Coulter had told her and the other women about their rescue. He had refused to go into any detail, but Alicia didn’t really care. As long as the women and her men were safe, that was all that mattered.
    Looking up when she heard the deep rumble of a diesel engine, she hurried out the back door of the main house. She frowned when the truck didn’t stop but continued on to the Tiltmans’ house. The team alighted from the vehicle, and she smiled when she saw Stedman and Ward. The expressions on their faces were grim, and she began to feel anxious.
    The back of the truck was opened, and Stedman reached in for Bronsin. He looked like he was sleeping, but his face was really pale. Her knees weakened, and she covered her mouth with her hand. Then she was running. Ward rushed up to the house and opened the door as Stedman and Wolf carried Bronsin into the house. She hurried after them. Her heart pounded so hard and fast with fear that she thought she might be sick.
    “Put him in Alicia’s room,” Ward commanded.
    She grabbed Ward’s hand and felt tears fill her eyes. He looked worried, and that made her feel even more distressed.
    “What happened? Is he hurt?” she sobbed.
    Ward gathered her in his arms as they watched Wolf remove his brother’s clothes. His weapons had already been removed.
    “Shh, honey. No, he’s not hurt or injured.”
    “Then what the fuck is wrong?” she asked, her voice rising with panic.
    “He overdid it, Alicia. He just needs to rest.”
    “Overdid what? How long has he been like this?”
    Ward sighed and rubbed a hand through his hair. “Since last night.”
    “You’re telling me that Bronsin has been asleep for over eighteen hours?”
    Ward nodded and pulled her tight against his body.
    “Oh God! Why?”
    “Don’t get hysterical, honey. That won’t do Bronsin any good.” Ward ran a hand up and down her back. “We think Bronsin kept his shields down for nearly twenty-four hours or even more. He was the one to find the women. We aren’t able to cope with that kind of stress. It’s bad enough having our walls down for a couple of hours. It always drains us, but he kept them down because he could feel those women were in trouble. Wolf has checked all of Bronsin’s vitals, and everything appears normal.”
    “So what do we do?”
    “We wait, baby,” Stedman answered as he covered Bronsin with the quilt. “There’s nothing else we can do.”
    “Won’t he get dehydrated if he doesn’t wake up?” Alicia directed her question to Wolf.
    “If he doesn’t wake up by tomorrow, we’ll bring him to the infirmary and hook him up to a drip. You could try and get him to drink if you want to, but only tiny amounts so he doesn’t choke.” Wolf turned to Stedman. “Call me if there’s any change.”
    Alicia knew that Wolf didn’t mean a change for the better. She slipped out of Ward’s embrace and climbed up on the bed. Reaching out with a shaking hand, she smoothed her fingers over Bronsin’s forehead and listened to his deep, even breathing.
    At least he hasn’t been shot. Oh God, Bronsin, I love you so much. Please wake up! Alicia felt sick to her stomach seeing Bronsin like he was. She’d been hiding her feelings about the three men from nearly the beginning, and now that one of them was unwell, it cut through the heart, making her chest ache. She wanted him to wake up and hold her in his arms so she would