He continued to kiss my hand, and while he did, a thousand questions rushed through my mind. Why did this happen? Was it really Hunter or some accident?
And was I cursed? Was I poison?
Should he run as fast as he could, the moment he was able?
Maybe some of those questions I didn’t want answered.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
MICAH
By some miracle,I slept. Or maybe not a miracle. It was probably my body shutting down entirely due to the stress and fear and everything else.
Luckily, the hospital was secure. They were used to having celebrities and sports stars hidden behind their walls, which meant they wouldn’t be letting just anyone get by.
That helped.
I didn’t sleep well in the uncomfortable chair, but I slept feeling safer than I had in a long, long time. I woke to the sound of my phone ringing loudly, chirping a number in my ear I didn’t recognize. I fumbled for it and answered without really thinking.
“Mr. Adams?”
“Mmpfh. Sorry. Yes. Who is this?”
“I’m sorry if I woke you. My name is Detective Barnes with Boston PD, and I’d like to have youcome down to the station to answer a few questions if you have some free time this morning.”
I froze. “You…you don’t think I was the one behind the wheel, right?” I don’t know why panic took over, but it did. “They told you I was blind, didn’t they? Like, blind as it gets? I have no eyes, and okay, sure, I did drive a few times in empty parking lots, but?—”
“Mr. Adams.”
My jaw snapped shut. Across from me, I could hear Vanya start to stir, and I wondered what time it was. If this fucker woke him up in the middle of the night, there might actually be a reason to drag me down to the station.
“You’re not a suspect. We have one in custody, but it’s very important we speak with you about the incident last night, and a few other incidents in the past.”
“Hunter,” I said.
“I can’t divulge any information over the phone. Do you need assistance getting here?”
“I—no. No. I’ll call a friend. I can be there in…god, what time is it?”
“Nine fifteen,” he said.
I assumed in the morning. I didn’t think I’d slept all night and then the rest of the next day. “Right. Okay. Give me an hour?”
“Take as long as you need. When you get to the reception desk, give them your name and mine, and I will come get you. I appreciate your cooperation.”
I didn’t know what else to do, so I hung up,letting my phone fall into my lap as I finally felt the ache of sleeping on a shitty chair all night.
“Micah.” Vanya’s voice sounded a lot clearer than it had when he was hazy on his post-surgery drugs. “Are you okay?”
I almost laughed. Then I almost cried. “Shouldn’t I be asking you that?”
“Who’s calling your phone?”
I shifted to the end of the little makeshift bed and twisted around until I heard something pop. Then I did the other side. “A detective. They have a suspect in custody.”
“Was Hunter,” Vanya said quietly.
I knew it was. There wasn’t a doubt in my mind. But for some reason, hearing Vanya say it made my heart sink right into my butt. Fuck, this was all my fault. If it hadn’t been for me—if he’d never met me, he never would have gotten involved in this mess, and he wouldn’t have been hurt, and he?—
