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“Yeah, but it’s in the car,” Roan said. “I’ll tell the nurse you’re awake. I’m pretty sure she’ll fight you for wanting to leave after being stabbed and all. She’s feisty.”
“They can’t hold me.” I shrugged and instantly regretted it. Pain laced like lightning through my torso. Okay, maybe recovery would take longer than I wanted to admit. Which was fucking weird, considering my wolf healing factor. “I’m standing, I’m in one piece, I have to talk to the cops I’m sure, but they can’t keep me here against my will. I’m not crazy—”
“Debatable.”
“I don’t have a legal guardian—”
“What a nightmare job that would be.”
“Are you done?” I asked. Nothing in my tone could hide the smile tugging the corner of my mouth. This was just how Roan and I were. Banter and bullshit. It worked for us.
“Not a chance in hell.” He groaned dramatically as he got to his feet. “I’ll be back. Need anything else?”
“Food,” I said. “But good food, not fucking hospital food, and someone ate all my fucking jello.”
“It’s my fee, Byrne, it’s my fee.” Without another word, Roan slipped out of the room. It gave me the time I needed to get oriented and look myself over.
Whatever the hell had happened, someone kicked my fucking ass. It wasn’t even the stab wound—though, that’d leave a hell of a scar as I peeled back the bandages. A shallow cut trailed down the length of my chest and stomach, deep enough to hurt but not enough to leave a lasting mark. I had bruises and swelling from taking a few too many hits.
Jesus fuck… what the hell had happened to me?
“You sure you should be up and moving?” A voice at the door drew my attention away. An officer in uniform waited patiently. At least I had on pants for this.
“Officer.” I nodded and attempted to restick the bandage on. It didn’t stay. I lied, “I’m fine. Isn’t the first time someone’s kicked my ass and won’t be the last.”
That part wasn’t a lie. I had the scars to prove it. I also had a metal plate in my arm and the X-rays on my phone to show it off. Getting hit with a metal pole? Not nearly as fun as it sounded.
The rest, though, was a lie. I was tired, hungry as fuck, and hurting head-to-toe. I wanted out of the hospital and back in my own bed for a long fucking nap.
“Officer Ryat. You’re a bounty hunter, right?” he asked, and I nodded. “That can be nasty work.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “It can also be easy as fuck when dealing with idiots who don’t know a damn thing about running and don’t know how to fight back. Sometimes, I just have to be the bigger bully, you know?”
“Yeah.” Officer Ryat chuckled. “And whoever did this to you? Were they the bigger bully?”
“Apparently.” I sat on the edge of the bed, my legs welcoming the reprieve. “I’m assuming the hospital security cameras got nothing? Otherwise, you’d know something, right?”
“Cameras had a malfunction right about that time,” he said. “It’s the damnedest thing. Hospital security, traffic cameras, and even the ATM across the street all malfunctioned at the exact time you were left in the lobby.”
I frowned. What the fuck?
“I think I took a few too many hits to the fucking head.” I sighed and ran a hand through my dark hair. Gross. I needed a long fucking shower with some damn good soap. “I don’t remember anything.”
“Do you know what you’re doing in Boston?”
Boston? A headache blossomed behind my eyes. Jesus fucking Christ. What else couldn’t I remember? That was the million-dollar question.
“Work,” I told him, only eighty percent sure of my answer.
“Who were you hunting down?” Officer Ryat asked.
Lavender and lemon…
No, that wasn’t a fucking answer.
“I can’t remember,” I whispered. “The file would be in my car. I keep papers. I don’t like putting shit on my phone.”
I didn’t even bring it with me when I could avoid it. There was too much personal information on it that I worried about someone getting access to. Call me paranoid, but I refused to change my stance on that. Instead, I kept a cheap burner phone in case of emergencies.
