Page 7 of Spook's Possession


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“Who?” I asked, pressing my fingertips to his chest, lightly placing my palm over a patch of skin disfigured from the hot end of a cigarette.

“Heather.”

“Tell me. Who. Did. This. To. You.” I wasn’t joking around.

“It’s in the p-p-past.”

“Bullshit.”

His hand closed over mine. “I’m b-bleeding onto your floor.”

The warmth of his fingers held mine as I tore my gaze away, noticing the red droplets on the smooth hardwood floor. “Shit!”

Country smirked as I set to work, cleaning up his wounds. The slashes on his abdomen didn’t penetrate far beneath his skin. Only one seemed deep enough for stitches.

“Uh, I think you need this one sewn up.”

“Go for it.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.”

With a nod, I dug around in the first aid kit, finding the needle, thread, and supplies I needed.

My cousin Micah, Uncle Hale, and father were accident-prone. I’d stitched them up plenty of times from motorcycle injuries.

“You’re good at this.” Country frowned. “Why do you have so much experience?”

“My cousin, mostly. Micah likes to live on the wild side.”

“He lives with you?”

“Yep. My father and Uncle Hale, too.”

“That’s good. Lots of protection.”

I snorted. “I’m never alone.” Yeah, I hated and loved it at the same time. Only once did a Royal Bastard fail to protect me when I needed them. A day that lived on in my memories and haunted my dreams.

“It’s not so bad to have family or people who care about you,” he replied in a hushed tone.

“I know.”

Country reached for my hand, staring at the damage inflicted by the punch I gave Dade. “Your knuckles are all busted up.”

“Eh, nothing I can’t handle.”

Country shook his head. “Don’t like to see you b-bleedin’. Ain’t right.”

Aw. He was sweet.

Outside, multiple engines rumbled as they entered my street and heralded the arrival of numerous Harleys.

“I think that’s my dad and uncle.”

Country released my hand, turning his head toward the front door. “I should leave.”

“You don’t need to do that,” I assured him, walking to the kitchen window and peering outside. “It’s okay. It’s my dad, Micah, and one of the prospects.”

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