Page 31 of Oliver (The Golden Team #7)

Emery

“ I thought it was over,” I whispered, hugging a throw pillow to my chest. The old couch squeaked under me, and the familiar smell of lavender and cedar filled the living room.

River’s voice came in low over Oliver’s speaker. “We think it is over. This might be someone who slipped through. Or… someone looking to stir up fear.”

“Because fear worked last time,” I murmured.

River sighed. “We’ll find out who it is. Just sit tight. I’m sending someone to patrol the area, and we’ll sweep the house before you leave in the morning.”

“Leave?” I looked up sharply. “I’m not running again.”

Oliver met my eyes. “You’re not running. But we’re going back to the safehouse—just for now.”

I hated it. I wanted to scream. To tear the envelope in half and pretend it never existed. But I’d come too far to be stupid now.

“Fine,” I said. “But I’m not hiding. Not this time. They found me here. That means whoever knew I was at my house has been watching me.”

“Or it was a good guess when he showed up here,” Oliver said.