![]() ![]() “You had a lot of old injuries.” Orion grips the bed rail until his knuckles whiten, looking anywhere but my eyes. The way he pales, I expect to look down and find a stump. “We called in the best plastic surgeon to stitch you up, so there won’t even be a scar. “The bullet passed through your arm,” he says. I wriggle, lifting my blanket higher because it’s freaking weird wearing a paper towel in front of Orion. I’m in a hospital gown instead of a ball gown, and I pray that nurses made the switch. “What happened?” I start to sit, wincing when an IV wire pulls against my hand. I blink open heavy eyes to find Orion hovering over me, his golden hair glowing like a halo in the low light of a hospital room. My face scrunches up as I’m pulled from a deep, deep dream. The thumping sound that lulled me to sleep bleeds into a beep. Knowing how soon that’ll change, I close my eyes and listen to the calming thump of Finn’s heart. If I were less light-headed, I’d be a lot more worried about the guys surrounding me like I belong to them. “He’ll pay,” Hunter growls, promising murder. “Atlas is with Dom.” Jett falls into formation, all of them making a square around me. “Fuck the police.” Finn hugs me, covering my bullet hole with surprising gentleness. As my adrenaline drains, my veins fill with pain. “Pretty much.” I tuck myself tighter against Finn. “So you took a bullet for him?” Jett snarls. His gaze snaps to my bloody arm, and his lips pull back, flashing teeth. ![]() ![]() They beeline to Jett, who stands in the foyer with a handgun cocked. ![]()
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