“No. The rest are just superficial, but there are a lot. I counted thirty-six when I was helping him clean up.”
“Are any of them still bleeding?”
“Not anymore, but a bunch of them only stopped recently. The enforcers made it sound like the last few fights were pretty rough.”
“How much did he eat?”
“Everything they brought him, but he only has about six hours to sleep, and he’s significantly worse than he was yesterday.”
“If he’s eating enough and nothing is bleeding anymore, everything will close up before his next fight starts. Just try to stay calm and trust him. He’s been through worse, and he’s not going to do anything that he thinks will genuinely risk his life now. Not when he’s found you, and he knows you’re in danger.”
My throat swelled.
I squeezed my eyes shut and nodded, though Rhone couldn’t see it.
I didn’t know what Maverick was going to do when he found out about Harper, but it wasn’t something to worry about now. Now, I needed to get him through the fights, and Harper through her last few days so we could get to the Guild on Thursday.
Since we had the code to the door, getting away from the enforcers was going to be simple.Everything that came after, not so much.
“What if he overestimates what he can handle?”I asked quietly.
“Then he’ll handle more.” Rhone’s trust came from centuries of basically being family.
I didn’t have that.
Just fear.
“Alright,” I said.
Rhone let out a quiet breath. “I’ll have the enforcers move the two early fights tomorrow to Thursday. He should only have fourteen tomorrow and twelve on Thursday, unless someone backed out in the two hours since I talked to Ken. Have you heard anything?”
“When Elise brought the food, she said one of the fighters tomorrow and one Thursday took off after Mav killed the challenger he fought last tonight.”
“That makes it easy. With eight hours of sleep, he’ll be good as new.”
“You’re sure?”
“I’m sure.”
“Thanks, Rhone.”
“Yeah.” He paused. “Thanks for having his back. He told me today that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.”
My face flushed. “I’m really not.”
“You don’t get to decide that.”
“Have you had any luck finding the murderer or the tech guy?” I asked.
“No. At this point, we’re just waiting for the turned vampire to devolve and watching your coworkers closely.”
My eyes widened. “Oh.”
There was a tone as the call ended, and I looked down at the screen.
Rhone had hung up.
It was so weird how he always did that.
