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Chapter Seventeen

When they reached the stairs, Ian held out his hand.

"Wha-"He reached his hand over and covered her mouth.

"Do not speak." He whispered and warned her with his eyes. Her heart dropped to her stomach as he slowly pulled his hand from her mouth and drew his pistol.

"Stay behind me."

Her throat tightened and her heart was pounding inside of her ears. She didn't know what was happening. All she knew was she did not feel safe, and she wanted them to leave.

She reached out for his hand. His eyes cut to her hand, and he shrugged her off. Her face dropped. She needed that, she needed him to hold her hand, to touch her, to remind her she was not alone.

His jaw tightened as he moved the gun to his other hand and lifted her hand to his arm.

"If something happens you let go, and you run." She nodded her head. Clutching tightly to his bicep, she didn't think that would be possible though. She knew the only sense of comfort she had was in him. If something happened, she didn't think letting go would be possible.

Ian grasped his gun with both of his hands, craning it upwards, pointing it more towards the ground to be safe and he began moving up the stairs.

The moment they left the library Ian noticed two things. One, that Quinn's night detail was not waiting for her. Two, that Forks office doors had been open. Anytime he left, he closed and locked them. Someone had been here, under their noses and he hadn't known.

As he took the next step, he saw the body. Quinn's night detail Clark had been killed.

He stepped his foot back slowly, careful not to step on Quinn as her body pressed into his own.

"Close your eyes."

She shot him with a fearful look, and he shook his head. Telling her not to question him. So, she closed her eyes tightly. He moved her back down the stairs slowly. He hadn't wanted her to see the body the first time he saved her, he doesn't want her to see this one either.

"Open." He whispered as they reached the main floor again.

He moved her free of his arm and put a hand on her waist, guiding her to the front doors, looking over his shoulder. When he was sure no one was going to attack from behind her moved her back behind him. He pushed open the front door and peaked outside. Moving his gun with him as he turned.

He stepped out further, clearing the well-lit courtyard and when it was safe, he moved her in front of him again.

"Get to the car." Was all he said as he pushed on her the waist, moving her down the stairs to the Tahoe.

She sped walked to the vehicle and when she was beside it, he pressed her against it with his left hip. She didn't dare question what he was doing. Instead, she watched as he clicked the light on his pistol. Shining it into the back of the car, clearing it before releasing her and unlocking the door.

She ripped open the driver's side door and frantically crawled across the center consol.

Ian waited, watching behind them until she was fully inside, in the passenger seat trembling. He moved himself into the car, placing his gun on his lap and closing the door. Locking it as soon as it was shut and turning the car over. Peeling out of the driveway.

He moved the gun between the console and his seat, fully aware it was loaded and not wanting to face the consequences if it went off, even facing the door.

Quinn was terrified, Ian was driving faster than he ever had with her in the car. Time was moving so fast she could not keep up with what was going on around her.