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“I always w-wondered about living in a cabin like this,” I blurted, my words punctuated with harsh breaths. But they were the only words that came to me. Right now, I didn’t care.
Tobias stared at me. “What?”
“A cabin.” I kept talking. It didn’t matter, as long as he was focused on anything other than his brother’s efforts. “I wondered what it'd be like. You know, hunting, hiking, fishing. The only problem is, I hate fish.”
T's brows creased. “You…hate…fish.”He groaned as Nick lifted his leg while Caleb tugged his jeans down. “Who hates fish?”
“Me,” Caleb added. “I detest it, actually.”
“Fuck.”Tobias bucked as the doctor took a pair of scissors to the bloodied bandage wrapped around his thigh.
“Lucas?” Nick glanced at the guy.
The doctor winced. That wasn’t a good sign. “I’m going to need to get this out.”
He moved, heading to the open bag once more. More drugs were pushed into Tobias’s veins, but these worked fast. His eyes started to close, drooping until they were barley slits, then nothing.
Just the slow, steady rise of his chest.
“You might want to step out for this.” Lucas looked at me when he spoke.
I just shook my head, clasping Tobias’s weak grasp in mine. “I’m staying.”
“Suit yourself.”
He didn’t waste a second, squirting gel on his hands and set to work opening sterile packs. He picked up forceps. I looked away at the last minute, focusing on Tobias instead. “You’re going to be okay,” I whispered. “You’re going to be okay.”
THIRTEEN
Nick
She didn't leavehis side, even long after the Doc had removed the bullet and finished stitching his wound. Instead, she stayed there, gripping his hand, her eyes wide with fear as she stared at him.
“He needs to rest now.” Lucas fixed the end of a bandage in place and adjusted the electrodes fixed to my brother’s chest. “I'll stop in and check on him. Right now, there’s nothing more you can do.” He stepped closer, placing his hand on my shoulder, his voice somber. “Apart from taking care of yourself.”
I stared at the bloody instruments laid out on the hospital table next to my brother, my head a damn mess of all thewhat ifs.What if we lost him…what if I lost them all.
My dad was one thing…
His own fucking betrayal pulled the trigger on his damn life.
But my brothers?
That would be too much to bear.
The door opened behind me and his sister’s gentle voice followed. “Food’s ready.”
“Good.” Lucas smiled at her. “Because I’m starving.”
My stomach growled at the mention of food. The diner food was still sitting in the car, long forgotten. It looked like Rebel was about to have a huge meal. I didn’t want to think about food at a time like this. Still, there were more than me in this. I moved close to her side, brushing her shoulder. “Princess?”
She shook her head. “You go, I'm staying here.”
I wanted to argue, but one look at the woman sitting beside my brother and I knew it was pointless. Wild horses couldn't drag her away. “I’ll bring you something to eat.”
She would’ve nodded to anything in that moment. I doubted she'd heard me at all. I waited while the others left, then I followed, giving her the space she needed. Kit was already in the kitchen, the clatter of pans drawing me along the hallway.
She had to be the stepsister the doc told us about back at the safehouse, the one that was in trouble, enough trouble to make him gunshy around Benjamin Rossi.
