I shrugged out of my shirt and tossed it aside. The tile burned cold against my knees as I moved closer.
“Support her neck,” he instructed. “It’ll open her airway.”
He shifted back enough for me to slide behind her. I pulled Violet against my bare chest, one arm around her ribs, the other cradling her jaw.
Her skin was damp. Too cool.
She didn’t fit against me the way she used to.
In two weeks, Logan had stolen everything from her.
“Muñequita,” I whispered against her temple, blinking hard. “It’s me.”
Nothing.
“Come on,” I breathed, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’m here. Vinny’s here too, he’ll—” I glanced up. “Can I borrow your phone?”
Vinnycould fix this. He had to.
If I wasn’t enough, the two of us would be.
As long as he marked her, she’d be okay.Hopefully.
The man in green brushed a thumb beneath my eye, catching tears I hadn’t noticed.
“I told Opal to inform Vincent,” the man in orange said. “He’s on his way.”
He grabbed a cloth from the sink and pressed it to Violet’s forehead, wiping down her face. A faint trail of pink followed.
I froze.
“What—”
“Warm water,” he said calmly. “She’s hypothermic and hypoxic. We promised her she’d be safe. We intend to keep that promise.”
Vinny’s scent hit before his footsteps.
A second later, he appeared in the doorway.
His eyes flicked over the men first.
“Shit,” he muttered.
“Vincent,” the man in green said mildly. “Nice of you to join us.”
“You could’ve just had your beta sign,Devereaux,” Vinny snapped. “You didn’t need to scare the shit out of me.”
“Fear seems appropriate,” the man replied.
Vinny’s jaw tightened.
Then he looked down.
Really looked.
At the water splashed across tile.
At the half-dressed body cradled against me.
