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His head felt muzzy and he couldn’t move his arm. “Are you all right?”
“I’m fine. I just have a brand new matching scar to add to my collection.”
“Your blood?” Was there an ax cleaved into his head? Holy fuck. He tried to focus on her, but her face kept blurring.
“Some of it is mine. She cut me on my arm, though.”
“Sit back, Miss. She should be on a stretcher,” the EMT muttered.
“Do you need…” Logan tried to reach for her.
“Mr. King, if you move again, I’m going to sedate you.”
He collapsed onto his back. She was here. She was fine. The bright lights on the ambulance faded and the blackness reached for him.
“Aimee.”
“Dead.”
His head jerked toward Izzy’s voice. “What?”
Her face was devoid of emotion, her eyes flat. “She’s dead.”
“Did you—” He couldn’t even form the question. A deep part of him wished it had been him. He didn’t want her to have to live with that. He couldn’t even figure out why his entire body hurt like he’d been in the middle of a brawl.
“Sarah.”
Logan relaxed. Sarah had taken care of Izzy when he couldn’t. He kept his gaze on hers. The ambulance rocked him into a fluid state where the sounds were wrapped in cotton and the lights felt too bright.
But he focused on her. Not on the blood, just that she was okay.
The EMT kept yelling at him to stay awake, but he finally drifted away, Izzy’s face the last thing he saw.
Forty-One
Bella paced the hospital room.
“Put your arm up,” Sarah ordered.
Bella sighed and folded her bandaged arm against her chest. The cut had been shallow, but the wound was wide and she’d lost a good deal of blood. The memory of Aimee’s face as she cut into her was fresh and Bella shook it clear.
Madness had been in her eyes. So much anger and rage. But the madness had been the part that stayed with her.
Where the hell was he?
“If you don’t sit down, I’m going to tie you to that chair.”
Bella swung around, ready to rip into her then stopped. Sarah’s face was a colorful swatch of bruises and cuts. The moment Christian had swung the microphone stand, he’d brought down half of the lights on the left side of the stage. The rigging had snapped when cords
had been pulled and everything had fallen against the equipment on stage. Add in crowd panic and The Barn had been bedlam.
So many hurt.
Again.
Because of them.
“Isabella?”
