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“I’ll make some calls.”
“Thanks. I know I’ve been a shit to deal with.”
Marcus met his gaze. “She’s your family.”
Simplest terms, that was Marcus Roth. “I’d die for her, and kill for her. No question.”
“It’s the only reason I’m still here. I get that. Even when I want to drop you in the darkest hole in the middle of Antarctica for the shit you pull, I get it.”
Logan grinned. “You’re not the only one, pal.”
“All right. Go check in on your girl. I’ll have you on a plane as soon as her doctor gives her the all clear.”
“I’ll be in contact.”
Thirteen
Bella wasn’t sure how long she’d been staring out the window. Logan had come and gone twice. Each time he tried to talk to her, she blocked him out. It wasn’t hard to do with the morphine swimming in her veins.
Really good stuff.
Floating away from the flashing, confusing memories was a lot easier to deal with. Logan’s face in the flames and smoke. The glass raining down on her. The lick of heat over her shoulders and hands.
Nic’s gargled scream.
That one kept coming.
On a loop.
She hadn’t felt the tear at her side when it happened. Small miracles, she supposed, though it was the one that radiated the most. A throb that washed over her like a wave and an undertow were warring against each other, then they recessed, leaving her drenched in sweat.
And all she could do was sit there and take it.
She couldn’t move. Her ribs made breathing a contact sport. Her fingers looked like radioactive shellfish. Blistered and angry, ugly and swollen. She could only imagine what her shoulders looked like.
She’d bear every ache and pain without the morphine just to have Nic back.
She closed her eyes and when she woke again, it was full dark. A dim light came from the corner of the room. Zeke was on the couch with a snoring Cody draped over him like a blanket.
Pain had her suck in a deep breath as she turned her head. A chair clattered back and Logan’s large hand appeared before her with a cup of ice chips at the ready. She kept her eyes downcast as he coated her lips.
“Is that all right?”
She nodded.
He slipped a sliver between her lips and she let its coolness wash over her thick tongue and parched throat. His thumb slid over her cheek and she turned away again. She couldn’t even say why.
She just couldn’t look at him.
Not when she knew that she got to live and Adam lost his soulmate. Not when she knew it was their egos that had done this. That they had to push Aimee and show that she wasn’t going to hold them back from a future together.
And now her best friend didn’t have one.
And Adam had his stolen away.
So she couldn’t look at him.
Couldn’t face it just yet.
