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I unlocked the door,and we pushed through into my apartment at Briar Hall. I held it open, ushering the guys in. Rook was held up with his arms between the shoulders of the others, looking not the least bit bothered about a damn thing.
“Do we need naloxone?” I asked, unsure what to do, my heart thundering in my chest as they laid Rook down on the couch and his head lolled to one side, a loose smile attempting to twitch up at the edges of his mouth. “I-I think they have some down in the nurse’s office.”
Grey knelt next to Rook, checking his pulse, his temp, and lifting his eyelids to check pupil dilation and light response. “He’s going to be fine. Fuck. Why didn’t we see this coming?”
He stood, swiping a palm over his face.
It was bad enough having to see my mother’s face after all this time—bad enough to find out that my aunt could’ve prevented my father’s death, but this?
This was a whole other level of bullshit to deal with.
Those cunts were just lucky my priority was Rook after we saw the syringe in his arm or I would’ve shoved their heads up each other’s asses. I still might.
As it was, I hoped the nasty cut I’d sliced into my mother’s neck got infected and she died of sepsis. I wasn’t sure what kind of monster that made me, and I didn’t care. I knew she hadn’t changed, but for a second, just a second, she almost had me.
If it weren’t for the suspicion in Rook’s eyes, I might’ve bought it.
And now look at him.
I felt sick.
“This is bad,” Corvus said, perching on the edge of the coffee table facing Rook. “He’s been clean for almost two years.”
I knew only a little of Rook’s past, and I wasn’t surprised he’d found solace in drugs. I didn’t judge him for it even though I could’ve, but that was probably because he’d done the work. He’d gotten clean. He didn’t let the drugs consume him, turn him into something else. But heroin?
“He was addicted to smack?” I asked, confused.
Corvus shook his head. “Blow. Doesn’t matter though, this high could destroy all his work.”
“We can’t let that happen,” Grey gritted out, starting to pace the floor. I hated how his pain was pinching his face.
“We won’t,” I assured Grey. “We’ll lock him up if we have to.”
Corvus’ head snapped up. “We tried that once,” he said. “Not a good fucking idea.”
“Urghhh,” I growled, wanting to rip the hair out of my head. “I just want to go back there and… and…”
“They aren’t worth it,” Corvus said. “But if you want them dead, just say the word, and we’ll make it happen. You don’t have to be the one to do it.”
The monotone way he made the offer made me pause. He wasn’t joking in the slightest. The promise was there in his eyes, clear as a brand new day. He’d wipe them from the face of this earth. All I needed to do was say the word.
“Don’t decide now,” he added. “Think about it. If you’d rather do it yourself then fine.”
There was no third option. Corvus wasn’t going to let what my mother did to his brother go unpunished, but I knew he wouldn’t kill her unless I gave him the green light. He’d hurt her, though, I could see it in the beast pacing behind his icy blue eyes. It wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it, but…
“I think I have a better idea,” I found myself saying, but right now, revenge wasn’t the priority. They’d get what was coming to them. Both of them.
Corvus nodded without asking anything else as Rook began to gag.
Grey rushed to the kitchen, ransacking through the cupboards. He came rushing back with a silver handled pot and held it next to the couch as he guided Rook over it, holding him up by the shoulder as he vomited into the pot.
My throat burned.
I didn’t like this.
Rook was supposed to be invincible.
And I realized in that moment that I’d been counting on him as the one person who wouldn’t leave me. By choice or otherwise. Because I’d believed him to be something he wasn’t. Immortal. Immune to the things that could send mere mortals to their knees.
