Faction before blood?

Chapter 26

After a few minutes, Eric told me that he had to get back in there and I decided to do the same. I knew that it probably wasn't the best decision right now, but my mother was going to be charged and my brother was up there as well.

It was the brave thing to do and even though I knew, Eric wouldn't think any less of me, if I went home right now, he would frown upon it, instead of being proud, that I faced my fear.

I don't really have a choice.

Being drenched from the rain and because candor wasn't known for its warmth, I started to shiver. I had left my jacket upstairs, as I hurried out of the room, resulting in my shirt being soaked, while my husband was a little smarter than I am and wore his waterproof jacket.

He always is.

We were inside the elevator, alone this time. Eric sighed, looking over at me and started to pull of his sweatshirt.

"Take your shirt off." He demanded.

"Excuse me? This isn't really the appropriate time for..." I exclaimed, but Eric interrupted me by pulling my shirt off himself. He had a lot of practice, so it didn't take long.

As I started to protest and cover my modesty with my arms, he pulled his dry sweatshirt over my head, effectively trapping my arms by my side. Grudgingly, I freed myself and put my arms into the sleeves

"I'm still awed, that you think I'm some kind of crazy Sex monster. I mean come on, we're in an elevator in the middle of candor with all the leaders a few stories above us. That's not a huge turn on, princess."

Eric chuckled, while I raised my eyebrows at him, as always disagreeing. "If I remember it right, we had Sex in a janitor's closet, while the initiates threw knives less than 10 feet away. Not to mention, that my brother was overseeing training and I could hear him grumble, how pissed he was, that you left him with these idiots on his own."

Eric laughed out loud, his face contorted as if he was reliving the memory.

Seems like he loved it...

"Oh that... That's something we can repeat anytime you want, love." With a quick, but passionate kiss and a wink, he pulled me out of the now open elevator, back to the interrogation room.

We parted ways at the entrance, but not before he kissed my head and glared at anyone, that was looking at me in a strange way.

So I stayed there, fiddling with the too long sleeves of my giant sweater, not wanting to draw attention to myself, by making my way back to my old seat, always being near the exit.

You never know, when you have to bolt for it.

The crowd looked outraged, there were people screaming everywhere, and Jack Kang wasn't able to get them back under control.

I felt a surge of cold air hit me and I pulled Eric's sweater closer to me, just as a loud gunshot echoed through the room.

Everyone went deadly quiet, turning their heads to the source of it and there he was.

My husband.

Standing in front of the open window, gun raised into the air. As everyone was just staring at him, not making one sound, he calmly put the safety back on and put the gun into its holder.

"It'd be nice, if you would shut the fuck up, so we can get this over and done with. I don't know about you, but I have a shitload of work to do, so you either sit your asses down and listen to Jack, or you'll be my next target for shooting practice, do you understand?" Eric stood there in a military pose, feet shoulder wide open and hands folded behind his back. No one met his challenging gaze, as it wandered over the people, so he smiled slightly.