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It was the monster that gave me the push to move, that sent me running across the street, just as shifters—drawn by the noise—emerged from the building to investigate. Curses, then they were lifting Thelma, the back of its frame half-crushed, the back wheel nearly folded in half.
I hit my knees, ignored the sting of concrete against tender skin, and unbuckled his helmet. “Connor.”
“Hold his head,” someone said, and I nodded, kept his head and torso steady while they pulled away his helmet.
His eyes were closed, his body still.
“Connor.”
Nothing. Seconds passed, but it felt like hours.
Then brilliant blue eyes blinked at me. “What... the fuck... was that?”
***
“A sedan,” I told him, when he’d refused an ambulance and was sitting up against the building. He’d let me check him for injuries, and I felt nothing broken. He had plenty of scrapes, and probably some broken ribs I couldn’t feel.
“Whose fucking sedan?”
We looked back, found Gabriel in the doorway, rage in his expression. “Whose fucking sedan?” he asked again, moving closer, gaze on his son, his child.
“Don’t know,” Connor said, pushing a hand through his hair. “Maybe an AAM asshole. Maybe some other asshole.”
“Yuen was dropping me off,” I said. “He followed the car.”
Gabriel crouched in front of Connor, looked him over. He touched a hand to his son’s face, his brow, looked relieved that his only son was still alive. And furious that someone had tried to take him away.
“You’ll shift,” Gabriel said, a prediction and an order. “And you’ll heal.”
“I will,” Connor said and offered his father a hand. Father pulled son to his feet, gave him a moment to steady himself.
“Inside,” Gabriel said. He looked back at Thelma. “And get that into the garage.”
***
The Pack wasn’t shy, but nor did it want to spill Pack business out on a public street. Gabe sent most everyone back to work, and those who remained, mostly family, to the lounge.
“Shift,” he told Connor. “And let’s discuss.”
Connor nodded. “We’ll be in.”
When we were alone, I looked back at him, afraid to touch him for fear of causing pain. “You’re all right?”
He looked around to ensure we were alone. To ensure, I thought, that whatever weakness he was about to admit was for my ears only.
“I took a hit,” he admitted, “but I’ll be fine. Shifting is going to hurt like a son of a bitch.” And he winced at the thought. “But once that’s done, it’ll only be bruises and aches. Thelma’s going to need more work than me.”
“I’m sorry for that, too.”
He nodded. “Did you see who was driving?”
I shook my head. “I got a glimpse of blond hair. I think it was a guy, but it was too dark to see anything else.”
Jonathan Black had blond hair, and he’d gotten into a white sedan at the OMB. But why would he have tried to hurt Connor right after trying to convince me to accept a favor from his clients?
“I haven’t heard from Yuen,” I said. “Did you see anything? Or anyone?”
“Just the damned car,” he said, wincing as he rolled his shoulder.
