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We needed it.

“I have one more question,” I grinned as I wiped the tears from my cheeks.

She narrowed her eyes suspiciously. “What?”

“Are you and Huntsman going to start something?”

She started to laugh, her head shaking back and forth.

“So fucking funny, is it?”

I jumped out of my skin, looking over to see Huntsman leaning in the doorway, a smirk on his face.

“I’m not good enough for you now I’m old?” Mom didn’t even bother to turn around, just rolled her eyes. “And don’t roll your eyes at me, woman.”

“Exhibit A,” she muttered, pointing to my father.

I don’t know if I’d been hoping for it or not, but it was obvious there was no electric spark between my parents, even though they seemed to be getting along pretty damn well the past two weeks. And my mom hadn’t told me, but Ham informed me she was even staying at The Exiled clubhouse.

“We were never meant to be,” Mom carried on. “I love him, but only because he helped me create you. There isn’t anything else there.”

“The past is gonna stay in the past,” Huntsman agreed, nodding at Mom when she looked over her shoulder at him. “Future is all that matters now.”

I nodded, smiling at both of them. “I second that.”

“Stop! Damn it,” I snapped at Ham who had been pacing the room for a little over twenty minutes as he waited for the doctor to come and hand me the release papers.

I’d been there for twelve days, my hospital room had been filled to the brim regularly with club members from fucking everywhere. Brothers had come in from all over the country, with their old ladies and whoever else they could gather.

Ham and Romeo managed to fill eighty percent of Isiah’s club with family, including guys on the doors, men out the back, and people behind the bar. Hundreds of fucking people, all with one goal—me.

“You know I hate this place,” he grumbled, continuing to pace back and forth and totally ignore me. “I’m ready to take you home.”

We hadn’t discussed where home was yet. Even Mom, Uncle Leo, and Huntsman had all kept pretty quiet about where I was going after I got out of here. And given how much they loved to make their opinion known, that was pretty surprising.

“Just let him pace,” Romeo commented from his permanent seat in the corner of the room. “He gets this way when he gets nervous. You should have seen him when he was at school taking a test, or before a baseball game. He’d practically wear a hole in the floor.”

I rolled my eyes as the doctor walked in, thankful Ham was going to be able to calm down, and I was going to be able to get some fresh air and real food.

“Meyah, I’m so happy to see you looking better,” Doctor Theo proclaimed with a wide grin before looking down at my chart and running his finger over everything. “Looks like you’ve really bounced back… extremely quickly for someone who came in like you did.”

He meant dead.

When I got through the hospital doors, I was dead.

They managed to bring me back around pretty quickly, so it seems.

But there were a couple of days where things were really touch and go. They kept me in a coma for the first two to help my body process the new blood I’d received, and to try and make my brain heal given I’d spent some time without oxygen.

Do I remember seeing some bright light calling me home?No.

But I did remember hearing Ham’s voice pleading with me not to leave. I don’t remember what he said, but I knew I’d heard his voice almost the whole time I was out. And I remember not wanting to leave him, fighting and knowing if I just got back to him, things would be okay.

He would protect me.

He was my knight in shining armor.

He always had been.

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