Raven's Nest (Raven's Cliff Book 3) by Elle James & Kris Norris

Author:Elle James & Kris Norris [James, Elle & Norris, Kris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Twisted Page Inc
Published: 2025-09-23T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWELVE

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you two look like shit.”

Saylor laughed as Foster kicked out a chair, then slid onto it, holding his coffee mug as if it were a lifeline.

He took a sip, glancing at Zain. “Didn’t you two get any rest since that showdown?”

Zain scoffed. “Did you? Because I don’t know when we would have had time. Between Greer having us walk her through the attack a dozen times before going over every frame of security footage for three hours straight, there hasn’t been time to breathe, let alone sleep.”

Saylor sighed. Zain had left out the part where he’d been making endless patrols through the woods in case they’d missed a camera or IED — or worse, the assholes had returned. But she didn’t call him out. Not when she knew it was all in an attempt to keep her safe.

To prevent another loss on his watch.

Foster merely nodded, the lines on his face a bit deeper than she remembered. She just wasn’t sure if it was her situation or Mac’s pregnancy behind them. If the threat had struck a new chord.

She nudged Foster, motioning to him. “Hate to break it to you, Foster, but you likely look worse. How’s Mac?”

Foster groaned as he raked his fingers through his hair. “Puking. Again. Who knew making one tiny human could cause this much grief. The fact Jordan seems to be walking around as if nothing’s changed doesn’t soothe Mac any.”

Zain scoffed. “Jordan’s puking, too. But she said compared to all the shit Rook put her through, it’s not so bad.”

“Regardless, if this doesn’t stop soon, I’m worried Mac’ll shoot me in the ass.”

“Aww, I wouldn’t shoot you, Beckett. I’d stab you in the heart.”

Foster looked up at the doorway as Mac ambled through, wearing one of his oversized hoodies and a pair of sweats. Her hair in a messy bun that looked as if it might fall at any given moment.

He stood and pulled out a chair for her. “Why didn’t you tell me you were joining us? I wouldn’t have grabbed more coffee.”

“It’s fine. Coffee doesn’t set me off, anymore.”

“Since when?”

“Last night. In fact…” She wiggled her fingers at him.

He held onto it even after she’d grabbed the handle. “Are you sure?”

Mac raised a brow. “Do you really want to come between a pregnant woman and what she’s craving?”

“When you put it that way…” He leaned toward Saylor. “I’ve got Chase on standby, just in case she snaps.”

Mac swatted his chest before shaking her head as she focused on Saylor. “I’m sorry I missed the excitement last night. I was in the middle of hurling for the hundredth time, and Foster thought the retching would out us.”

Saylor inhaled. “He didn’t actually say that, did he?”

Mac gave Foster her best stink eye. “Every. Word.”

“I’m impressed Chase isn’t digging a round out of Foster’s ass.” Saylor grabbed her hand and squeezed. “You don’t have to apologize.”

“Still…” Mac leaned back in the chair, taking another cautious sip before handing Foster the mug.

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