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When my arms flop uselessly beside me, fire raging up them, my brain decides it has had enough and everything goes black.
* * *
This timewhen I wake up, there is pain—always with the damn pain. But there’s a familiar smell surrounding me, stopping me from panicking. I crack open my eyes and find Rémy watching me.
“Hi,” I whisper, my voice sounding like I smoke twenty cigarettes a day.
Rémy’s head bows before he picks up the pitcher of water from beside the bed and throws it across the room.
“Hi? Hi? You could have been killed,” he roars, making my head pound.
“Enough,” Maxim snaps, coming into view.
Rémy grips the edge of the bed. He takes a deep breath and blows it out before sucking in another. Once he has his shit under control, he walks closer to me and buries his head against my stomach. I jolt but hold him to me when he starts to move. Running my fingers through his hair, I look up at Maxim.
“Calix?” I whisper, almost afraid to ask.
Maxim nods to the left. I look over and find Calix in the bed beside mine, watching me.
“Oh, thank God.” I burst into tears.
Rémy curses before pulling back and picking me up. He walks me around the bed and lays me gently beside Calix, who winces as he wraps his arm around me. I close my eyes and breathe him in as I soak his hospital gown with my tears.
When I’m all cried out, I look up at him. He’s pale, and lines of pain bracket his face, but he’s alive. “You scared me.”
“You scared me too.”
“Yes, if you could refrain from getting shot, kidnapped, or anything that might make me go prematurely gray, I’d appreciate it,” Maxim huffs.
I reach for his hand. He inches closer, nudging Rémy out of the way.
“You found me.”
“I always will.”
He pauses for a moment before sitting on the end of the bed, linking his fingers through mine. “Both your shoulders were dislocated. They’ve been put back, but you’ll be sore for a while. There was a burn mark on your leg and another on your breast.”
Rémy growls, so I tell them what happened. “He used a cattle prod on me.”
Everyone goes silent before the room explodes with the use of the F-word.
“Hey, I’m okay.”
“You were naked. His dick was out. Did he—” Maxim asks quietly as Calix’s arms tighten around me.
I swallow and shake my head. “He was going to use the cattle prod to…you know. I had to piss him off because I wasn’t sure I could survive that. He wanted me to suck him off. I decided to bite instead, then I broke his neck,” I state casually.
Silence again. I can feel their eyes on me, but I avoid eye contact with any of them. “He’s dead, right?” I ask, looking up.
Maxim shakes his head. “He’s paralyzed from the neck down, but he’s alive. He’s upstairs with one of my men watching him.”
“Someone want to tell me who the fuck this guy is?” Rémy grits out, barely holding himself together.
I blow out a breath. “To tell you who he is, I have to tell you who I am.”
“We’re listening,” Calix murmurs, his voice sounding as fucked as mine.
I look up at the bandage covering his head and nod.It’s time.
