Page 105 of Havoc's Fox

“She’s not nice,” Harley whispered through her tears.

“Harley! Honey, what are you doing out here?” Analise asked, before she even got eyes on the little girl.

“I was looking for you, but then she chased me and I got scared and I got lost,” she said as Analise finally came into view.

Harley ran into Analise’s arms and started sobbing as Analise picked her up.

“I just found her,” Tempest said, walking over to Analise and resting a hand on Harley’s back. “She’s okay. She’s safe now.”

“Thank you. Who chased her? Who frightened her?” Analise asked.

“Help meee! Why isn’t anyone helping me?” Marie-Claire screamed angrily.

Analise’s expression grew cold and she made a motion to hand Harley to Tempest so she could go deal with Marie-Claire, but Tempest shook her head. “You and Harley go get warm. I’ve got a few things to take care of here.”

Analise’s gaze shot over in the direction Marie-Claire’s voice was coming from, then at Tempest. “This needs to end.”

“Trust me,” Tempest said. “It won’t be a problem again.”

Analise hesitated, she really wanted to be the one to deliver a little karma.

“Trust me,” Tempest said again.

Analise nodded, realizing that Harley needed her attention more than she needed vengeance.

Harley sobbed again, holding tighter to Analise.

“Are you okay baby?” she asked, refocusing on Harley.

Harley didn’t pick her head up from Analise’s shoulder, she just kept clinging to her as she cried.

“We’re going to go home, okay? We’re going to go to my house.” Analise shared another look with Tempest before she walked away, giving the general vicinity Marie-Claire was in a wide berth. “We’re going to call your daddy and let him know you’re safe and with me while we’re walking home, okay?”

“Okay,” Harley said.

Analise opened the psychic connection she’d always had with Havoc for the first time in a long time. The first thing she picked up from him was panic. She pushed a wave of soothing emotion toward him, then followed it up with a softly thought message. I have her. She’s safe, just a little shaken up. I’m taking her to my house.

Havoc was still following Analise’s footprints through the cold, sticky mud when he suddenly felt her, and heard her voice in his head. Where are you? he thought back at her, relief flooding through him as he realized that Harley was safe.

In the woods, almost to Kaid’s property. Tempest is still out here with Marie-Claire.

What the hell is she doing out here?

She chased Harley into the woods.

Havoc’s snarl transmitted clearly through their psychic connection. Tell Harley I’ll be there soon.

Analise hugged Harley a little closer. “Daddy says he’ll be here in a little while. He’s been out looking for you, too.”

“He’s going to be mad.”

“Probably. But he’s going to be more relieved than mad.”

“I’m cold,” Harley said.

“I know, baby. Your feet are wet. We’ll be there before much longer and we’ll get you all warmed up, okay?”

“Okay.”