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Arya yelps when I double back and haul her into the passenger seat. “What’s going on?”

“They crashed,” I manage, sliding behind the wheel. My shaking hands struggle to get the key in the ignition. “Logan and Devon. They crashed the bike.”

Her mouth pops open as the blood drains from her face. “How?”

I gun the motor and toss her my phone so she can type in the address that Taylor just texted. “I don't know.”

“But they're gonna be okay, right?”

“I don't know, Arya.”

She's silent for a long moment. “They are. They have to be.”

I hope so. God, I fucking hope so.

Please be okay, Logan. Please be okay.

Chapter

Thirty-Six

Devon

Pain. Sharp and unending. Everywhere.

My skull’s pulsing. All of my ribs feel like they’ve been rearranged, and something sticky drips down my face.

Sirens wail loudly, but I flinch at the voice somehow shouting over them. Latex gloves slap against my skin.

“... en route with an unconscious male, late twenties with multiple broken bones…”

Words become muffled when I try to inhale, but there's a weight on my chest, crushing me down. Cutting off my oxygen.

I open my eyes, only to squeeze them shut as bright lights nearly blind me.

“Sir, can you hear me?”

The woman's voice echoes like it’s underwater. Maybe I'm drowning and that's why I can't fucking breathe.

My lids crack open again, tongue like a brick in my mouth. “Wha…?”

“You’re in an ambulance on the way to the hospital. You were in an accident. You with me?”

An accident.

Suddenly, everything comes back in flashes.

Wind. My head pounding so hard I couldn't see straight. Sparks. The road jerking sideways as Logan yelled my name. Then nothing.

I squirm, panic crawling up my throat, but the shift sends a wave of agony tearing through my body. “Logan,” I croak.

“Sir, I'm going to need you to stay still. You're badly hurt.” The EMT holds me down, strapping my arms to my sides.

“Can't breathe,” I try to tell her, but the words don't come out as my body spasms. “Can't… breathe… Logan…”

She shouts when my eyes roll back, the inside of the ambulance fading out of focus. Something's placed over my mouth. When I open my eyes again, stars swirl above me.

Always fucking mocking me, those goddamn stars.