Newmar, Lola - Leo's Crown [Scarlett Rose and the Seven Longhorns 2] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) by Lola Newmar Page B

they were going to argue before following the doctor’s instructions. Leo kept wiping her face with the damp hand towel.
    “Shh, it’s okay, darlin’. You’re safe here with us. Breathe, baby,” he crooned, and until then she hadn’t realized how shallow her breathing had become. She inhaled deeply then exhaled slowly. Pride immediately lit her eldest mate’s face. “Thata girl. Just relax now.”
    She nodded as she continued the breathing exercise, and she looked over in time to see sweet Denzel running through the bedroom door, naked as a jaybird but carrying a glass of ice water. She felt his twin, Devlin, lift her shoulders so that she sat a little upright.
    “Here, my queen,” Denzel whispered as he knelt beside the bed and brought the glass to her lips. She took a tiny sip before nodding him away, which he patiently complied with.
    “Did you see anything, darlin’?” Levi sat at the foot of the bed and began to massage her calves through the blanket, her mate’s touch instantly calming her.
    She felt Sonny place several more thick, long pillows behind her back so that she was able to rest comfortably back while still able to sit up.
    “Yes, a truck,” she began, and all the men came a little closer, curiosity and impatience written on all their features. “I saw myself getting into a black truck, but I couldn’t see the driver. I did see that we were in a very big city of some kind.”
    “Did you notice anything distinguishable in the surroundings?” Rhett asked as he wrapped his naked, damp body in a plush robe that had hung on the door hook.
    Scarlett squeezed her eyes shut for a second to urge her memories back. “Yes, a sculpture of some kind stood in the distance. It was giant, and it stood in front of a wide building.”
    “Can you describe the sculpture?” Leo pulled a plain white T-shirt over his head.
    “Ugh, well, I’m not sure how to describe it. It was very abstract. It almost looked like a mountain made of several rods with a knot entwined in the middle of them. Does that make any sense?” Even as she said it, it had barely made sense to her.
    “Holy shit, that’s the Nasher Sculpture Center!” Denzel exclaimed from beside the bed. All the men turned their attention to him, immediately making him blush brightly. “What? Everyone knows that.” When all the men didn’t stop staring at him accusingly, he rolled his eyes. “Fine. So I go there from time to time to clear my head. What’s the big deal?”
    Scarlett gasped as she processed his words. “So it’s Dallas, then?”
    “Yes,” Devlin replied. “It’s in the Art District downtown.”
    “Who was driving?” This came from Byron who still stood a safe distance from her. It bothered her deeply that he felt the need to be away from her, but she focused on the matter of hand.
    “I–I don’t know. I couldn’t see his face.”
    “He? So you know it was a man, then?” Devlin’s eyes flashed orange, quickly swamping the soft green color.
    “Devlin, I refuse to continue until you calm yourself down.” She could see the vein on the side of his neck pulsing with anger, and it was distracting her too much to explain herself.
    The large, grumpy man glanced away from her before leaning his heavy body against the back wall then closed his eyes as if to calm himself. She felt a beam of pride as she noted he was at least attempting to control his rage.
    “Now like I was saying,” she continued as she turned her attention back to the good boys of the group. “I could see a man’s hand resting on the windowsill, but that’s all I could make out. It wasn’t an old hand, and he was white. I did notice he had on a black watch, but that’s all I was able to make out from the vision.”
    “That’s still good news though,” Sonny pointed out optimistically. “At least we know you work downtown, and the man that hurt you is someone you know and work closely with. Maybe a coworker?”
    Scarlett smiled at him, and he