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A shiver goes down my spine, earning an alarmed look from Zane. Yeah, that can end ASAP.
I clutch the grimoire to my chest as I scurry as directed, the clinic’s glass doors closing me safely within the lobby.
“Rowe!” Tris yells from behind me, making me jump. “What the hell are you doing out of bed? And what are you wearing?”
“Praise my toga!” Heart pounding, I spin to glare at him. “I am a Greek goddess!”
Tris’s hands move to his hips. “Well, Aphrodite, if you don’t get your wet tush back to your room, you’ll miss Dr. Lopez, and then you’ll have to wait until tomorrow for the all-clear to go home.”
“I’m going home?” At his nod, I jump up and down. “I’m going home!”
Loosened by the excitement, the knot on my toga unravels, and the sheet falls to the floor.
Cold air brushes my bare skin, and I fling my hands back, using the grimoire to cover my ass. When I twist to stare out the glass doors, Zane and Deputy Arden pointedly look the other way.
“Don’t you both have somewhere to be?” I yell through the glass.
Arden tips his hat toward me, then glares at Zane until the vampire waves and heads down the sidewalk toward his house. Once he’s out of view, Arden climbs back into his SUV and drives off.
The sheet settles back over my shoulders, and Tris turns me toward the back hall. “Come on, Flasher, step away from the windows.”
“Who designed this gown?” I clutch the edges of the sheet in one hand and the grimoire in the other. “I’d like to write them a letter about how stupid they are.”
“I’m sure they’d love to receive a letter like that.” Tris sneaks a hand under my sheet and cups my ass. “I’ll add a letter of my own praising their genius.”
I slap his hand away, and the sheet slips.
In my fumble to catch it, I knock the grimoire against my chin, and yelp with pain.
Tris laughs as he comes to my rescue and takes the grimoire from me. “What’s this? Did Zane bring it by?”
At least Tris isn’t freaking out about Zane like Haut and Owen are. “Yeah, he found a spell to break the bond.”
Tris pulls the scrap of paper from the pages of the book. He reads it over and frowns. “Sounds way too easy.”
I had the same thought. An actual divorce would be more complicated. “I’m going to have Owen look over the original spell, then run it by Aspen and Mel before doing anything.” I lean against Tris’s side. “We don’t want another goose incident.”
“I don’t know. Zane as a goose would probably make Haut smile.” Tris pushes the door to my room open. “Lord knows we need something to counteract his grumpiness.”
“Welcome back, Rowe,” Dr Lopez says from next to my bed. “Come on over so I can check your vitals.”
I dutifully hop up onto the bed, then huff and puff to prove that my lungs work and stick out my tongue when directed.
After much prodding, I receive the all-clear and a warning to keep resting.
As soon as Dr. Lopez sweeps from the room, Tris produces a bag that was hanging on the door handle. It contains a pair of black leggings and an oversized cream sweater that smells like Owen.
Changed out of the hospital gown, I feel more normal, though I won’t be fully back to myself until I’ve showered and gotten Zane out of my head.
And danced on Bryant’s corpse. But one step at a time.
We stop by Ros’s room before I leave, but he doesn’t open his eyes. If not for the steadily beeping machines and the strength of our bond, I’d worry that he’s still sleeping. But apparently, it’s normal for vampires to go into a type of hibernation to heal massive damage.
Thick white bandages cover his throat, but Tris assures me every time I come to see Ambros that the wound continues to close, and he doesn’t even need a breathing tube anymore.
Delilah sits in the chair beside his bed, looking tired, but she smiles at seeing me dressed in normal clothes. “Are you finally getting released?”
I nod, my throat tight. “Yeah, but I’ll be back later to sit with him so you can take a break.”
