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“You said she’d be awake by now,” a gruff voice grumbles from above me.
“I said she should be awake today. I didn’t give you a time, Seth. Calm down,” a more reasonable voice responds.
“Look how pale she is.” A sneeze follows the statement.
“I want to kill him again.” A thick southern accent cloaks the dark comment.
“She’ll be fine.” Soft fingers brush my cheek. “She’s a strong girl. She’ll bounce back quick.”
“Dylan, get away from her. Let her breathe.” The rough tone is back.
“She’s breathing fine,” Dylan responds, but his touch leaves me anyway.
I turn my head, searching for it, moaning softly.
“Ah, she moved,” Carter says.
Blinking a few times, I manage to get my eyelids to open.
All seven of my men surround my bed. Seven sets of concerned eyes fixate on me.
Carter is at the foot flanked between Oliver and Colt. All three of them lean forward, gripping the bedrail.
“Seraphina?” The bed dips as Lucas sits down beside me. Seth and Dylan are lined up next to him. Seth’s brow is pulled down in a scowl.
“I’m awake.”
His hand pushes against my shoulder when I try to sit up. “Take it slow.” Lucas pats.
“How long have I been sleeping?”
“Two days, sweetheart.” Colt reaches down and squeezes my foot through the comforter. “How do you feel?”
“My head hurts a little.” I wave Lucas away and push myself up, scooting back so I can lean against the pillows. “I’m okay, though. I’m fine,” I reassure them when they continue scowling at me.
Lucas puts his hand to my forehead.
“I don’t have a fever, Lucas.” I push his arm away. “I swear, just a little headache.” I think my brain is trying to escape my skull, but I don’t think they’d take that news well.
There’s a collective sigh between them.
“You sure?” Oliver leans over me. “Nothing else hurts?”
“I’m sure.” I swallow. “My throat is dry though.”
“Of course it is.” Alexander’s hand appears with a glass of water.
I take a sip, letting the cool liquid sooth my throat before I grin up at them. “I’m fine. But what happened?” I ask, taking another sip.
Colt exchanges a look with Lucas.
The thump.
“Aaron. He’s dead?” There should be a flood of emotion here. A life has been lost. I should feel something. Anger or sadness… anything. But I’m numb.
“Yeah.” Colt nods. “He is.”
Oliver nudges Lucas.
