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“That’s it?” Diablo exclaims. “That’s. It? That’s all you have to say after he’s been out for over a week! Where did you go to school? Did you buy your degree somewhere? Jesus Christ!”
He’s trembling now, his body nearly combusting, and I can do nothing, but reach out my hand and say, “C’mere, brat.” Diablo freezes, his gaze wrenched toward mine. The orange in his eyes dims, and I see his face relax slightly. “Thanks, Doc. You can go. Diablo and I need to chat in private.”
It hurts to speak, but I do it anyways. Diablo will never admit it, but he needs me. He needs me to ground him and put him in his place.
As soon as the door closes and we’re left alone, he crumples. It’s not entirely visible, but I know him well enough to know the signs. His shoulders slump, and I see the small tremble in his chin.
“C’mere,” I say, and he crawls up next to me and presses into my side.
“Ugh, well, fine, but you smell horrible.”
Well, that we can agree on. “I do need a shower.”
“Not important. We can do it later,” he says as he presses his lips to my shoulder. “I need to get your mom and sister so they can see you’re okay.”
My body tenses at that. “They’re here?”
Diablo peeks up at me and his eyes narrow. “Don’t go getting weird about it. Listen, you almost died and I had to tell them!”
My eyes close, and I let out a long-suffering sigh. “I don’t like my worlds mixing.”
“Well, they mixed. We’ve met. Too late now, Skylar. Too bad. So sad.”
I stare at him, not quite sure what to do about this little brat. Fuck, what was he thinking? I don’t want them to get to know one another, I don’t want Abigail or my mom mixed up in this world. I’ve been so damn careful all these years, and I fucked it all up.
“Has your father met them?” I ask and Diablo nods.
“Of course he has. He had tea with your mother the other day. They got along great.”
My eyes close, and I exhale. Diablo peers down at me. I can feel him looking even though I can’t see him. He hovers, his breath puffing against my cheek.
“You’re mad at me,” he says after a moment.
“I am.”
“But you just woke up from a coma. You can’t be mad. That’s not a thing.”
I peek open an eyelid at him. “Just give me time.”
His brows slam together and he purses his lips. “Fine. You want time. I’ll give you that. And space.” He scrambles off the bed and marches toward the door. “But just so you know, I’d want to know if you were hurt. They needed to know. Stop being so fucking stupid!”
He reaches for the door and slams it open. “I’ll go get them, you ungrateful ass.”
And with that, he disappears, leaving me alone. I didn’t actually want space. I liked waking up next to him, but there’s nothing I can do. It’s not like I can go after him. I’m too weak. I wiggle my legs and sigh.
I’ll need to get my strength back first before I can chase that wily little ass.
My eyes close, and I breathe deeply through my nose.
When he comes back, I’ll make it clear that I don’t want him to leave me alone. I don’t want motherfucking space. Just because I’m upset about this situation doesn’t mean that whatever we started is over.
Hell no.
We were just beginning.
* * *
My mom and sister appear in the room a minute later, fawning over me, nearly sobbing when they see me awake. Diablo lingers in the doorway, his arms folded across his chest, his eyes narrowed at me. He’d stab me to death if he could. He’d love to get those hands on me.
