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The doctor abandoned his clipboard, letting it drop down to his side as he fixed our girl with a sympathetic stare. “There is.”
He swallowed.
“Due to the trauma you sustained to your lower abdomen, it appears as though your ability to conceive may be significantly reduced, if not altogether eliminated. I’m so sorry.”
I didn’t hear him offering for her to come to him with any questions, and I didn’t hear him leave. Not really. It was like hearing something in another world, because in this one, my Sparrow stared dead-eyed after the doc, her lips parted as she processed how what Drake had done to her would impact not just the here and now, but the rest of her fucking life.
Rook crossed the room, kneeling in front of her, his hands on her thighs.
“What do you need, Ghost?”
The strain in his voice promised to make Drake his most macabre piece of artwork yet, but at least he said something. At least he could go to her. Speak to her.
I couldn’t choke out a sound through the dam in my throat, cutting off my air supply. Making my face hot and full.
Grey watched Rook comfort our girl for another moment before turning his attention back to me with torment clouding his eye. I could see the same helpless torture he suffered reflected back.
There wasn’t anything we could do. Nothing except kill the bastard who took this from her.
“He dies,” I promised Grey in a low voice. “Slow.”
We leftGrey alone at the makeshift command center he’d set up in Becca’s hospital room, closing the door behind us. I’d wanted to check on her again, whisper to her that she was stronger than whatever was keeping her down. She was stronger than she ever gave herself credit for.
I needed her to wake up.
I neededher.
And selfishly, I wanted to rid myself of the added guilt on my conscience. If she woke up, I could let at least a small part of that crushing weight roll from my shoulders before I bought her a one-way ticket as far away from Thorn Valley as she could possibly get.
But I didn’t get to whisper sweet nothings in her ear today. It was clear my and Rook’s presence was distracting Grey from his work. His steady key-clacking on the keyboard balanced across his lap stuttered, the tension in his jaw spreading down to his neck and shoulders.
He wouldn’t say it, but I knew he wanted us to leave.
Wantedmeto leave.
I couldn’t blame him.
Greyson Winters, known for being the hottest guy at Briar Hall. A heartless playboy with golden hair and a winning smile who could snap his fingers and have any girl naked and dripping for him.
But he wasn’t that anymore. I’d disfigured him and even if I thought the black eyepatch he wore made him look somehow better than he did before, he clearly didn’t think so.
I hadn’t seen him smile once since I got back, and aside from the short embrace he gave me on that backroad outside of Lennox, he hadn’t touched me, either.
I’d apologized a thousand times on that road. And a thousand more times between there and the hospital, but it was like he couldn’t hear me.
“What is it, Ghost?” Rook asked, his fingers twining with mine as we made our way back toward Corvus’ room. “Nervous about the meet?”
I snorted, shaking my head, happy for the excuse as to why I was so clearly sulking. “Which one?”
Grey would be meeting us in Corvus’ room in an hour. It was finally time for me to go over,in detail, everything Drake did to me as well as anything I could remember about the underground shelter he’d kept me in. They’d waited patiently for almost two whole days, but both them and Diesel were getting restless.
Right after I went over the nauseating details with them, Grey and Rook and I would be going to meet with Diesel at Sanctum where we hoped to figure out some form of attack plan from my intel.
Except… I didn’t have much.
Nothing that I thought would help. But a fuck ton that I knew would only hurt my guys to hear. I was already pulling apart all the details in my mind, trying to figure out what might be helpful and therefore worth mentioning and which parts I could omit for their own sanity.
“I know what you’re doing,” Rook muttered. “But you can’t protect us from it. We need to know, Ghost. There might be something we can use that you don’t think is important.”
