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“Stop.” I glared into her eyes, pleading for her to not say another word. “I won’t leave you.”
“Sugar,” Storm called out the door. “She’ll stay with Tara. Patch is ready for you, baby.”
I shook my head. “No. He needs to take care of Tara first.”
“Jesus, Mads.” She squeezed my hand. “Stop putting yourself last. You matter, too.”
“Yes, she does.” Storm squatted at my feet. The agony in his eyes gutted me. “Please, Angel. Let me take care of you.”
“I’ll stay with Tara as long as she needs me.” Sugar put her hand on my shoulder. “Let Patch check you over.”
I sighed, knowing I wouldn’t win this battle. “Call me if you need anything.” I hugged Tara. “Please. Anything.”
“She’s staying at the club until further notice, Angel. You can see her later,” Storm said in a tone that left no room to argue.
“Really?” I reached for him, gratitude flooding my chest.
“Yeah, baby. Really. Come on. Patch is waiting.” Storm tugged me into his arms and hoisted me up. He hadn’t let me walk since the rescue.
“Storm?” Tara stood.
He stopped and turned us around.
She wrapped her arms around her middle. “How is he… Hero?”
“He’s a mess but he’ll be alright.”
My heart died a little at how much fear was in her eyes.
“Can I see him?” Tara asked.
Storm nodded. “Maybe later. Patch gave him a sedative so he’d rest.”
“Okay.” Tara sat on the bed. Sugar closed the door behind us.
I laid my head on Storm’s shoulder. “I’m sorry to be so much trouble.”
“You’re not any trouble, Angel. Just frustrating.”
“I’m sorry.” Tears pooled in my eyes.
“Stop with the ‘I’m sorry.’ You did nothing wrong. I should’ve got those bastards out of the area sooner.”
“No, I—”
“Enough,” he snapped. “Let’s get you fixed up. We’ll talk about all this later.”
“Okay.” It wasn’t really okay, though. I didn’t want to talk about anything that happened. I knew Storm would take full responsibility. It was just who he was, and it was admirable. But it was me who didn’t listen to him—me who begged to take Emilee to the school.
I was drowning in guilt and regret.
Patch cleaned and sealed the cut near my eye with something he called liquid stitches. Tension rolled off Storm as he hung back, giving Patch space to do his job. Not for one second did I think Storm was angry with me. His fury was pointed at himself and the Dirty Hunters. And Dane. Still, I didn’t like seeing him on the edge of detonation.
“Now that I’ve fixed your cuts, is there anything else I should know about?” Patch blocked my view of Storm. He was tall and lean, partially bald with white hair. “I can have him leave,” he said in a low voice.
Storm didn’t growl as I expected when Patch hid me. I understood Patch’s meaning and shook my head. “No. Nothing else.” Although I wondered if he had a pregnancy test. I was desperate for confirmation of my feelings. “But I do need something.”
Patch eyed me with concern. “Storm, can you—”
