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“Motherfucker,” he snaps before standing up and storming off.

“What just happened?” Tate calls after Z as she follows.

“That’s not good.” I tell Liv as I stand up and move in the same direction they went.

“What’s going on?” Tate asks him.

When he sees me walking up, he shakes his head.

“Get the hell away from me right now.”

“Let’s just get this over with. You want to hit me, hit me. I told you, squash this shit.”

“Believe me, I want to. But we can’t get thrown out of this fucking hospitalbeforeshe wakes up.”

“Then why didn’t you just hit me when we were at my house?”

I watch the anger spread on his face as he looks at me, wanting to say something but knowing this isn’t the time nor place for it.

Tate steps in front of him. “Zane, what’s going on?”

“I’ll tell you what it is.” He’s talking to her, but glaring at me.“He fucked her down the hall in my house while we slept.”

“I mean, technically, you weren’t asleep.” I don’t know what possesses me to say it.

His eyes widen and darken simultaneously.

“Anderson.” Saves my life, as it’s called, from the doors.

And it’s like everything stops.

Z looks at me, and in this instant, all the anger falls from both of us, and he grabs my arm, pulling me along.

Tate catches my eye and mouths:oh my god, Eli.

All I can do is shrug as he drags me behind him.

“Family?” the doctor asks.

“Brother.”

The doc actually looks from Z to Zeke and just nods his head. Then he looks at me.

“He’s family.”

The doctor looks skeptical as he continues to look at me.

“He’s her boyfriend.” Z’s voice is lined with anger, his teeth clenched as he says it.

The words still cause me to look over at him, shocked.

“The surgery went well; we were able to fix the arteries that were damaged. She’s gonna have a little trouble with it until the tendons fully heal, and we won’t know the full damage to the nerves then.”

“But she’s okay.” Zeke asks.

“She’s very lucky. She lost a lot of blood. I’m not sure how much more time she would have had.”

Both brothers look over at me, not wanting to think about what would have happened if I’d left with them.