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By the time I turned onto the highway, the night was already darkening. Twilight, a perfect time to view a body. At least it wasn’t midnight.
Beep.
I ground my teeth and glanced at the screen as the message scrolled.
DeLuca: There are no major injuries. Internal swelling, but the scan shows the bleeding has stopped. It’s a fucking miracle, but Colt’s going to make a physical recovery. My most pressing concern is his mental state. He needs a full psych workup, London. I know you—
I leaned forward and pressed the button to end the voicemail. He didn’t need a goddamn shrink. Not one I couldn’t control, at least. He needed family. He needed…
Her.
His Wildcat.
I worked the gears, speeding hard as my pulse raced and I fought the need to turn the car around and look for her. Fuck if we didn’t all crave her. Especially now that she…
Colt’s the father.
If she thought I’d be upset by that, then she’d be wrong. I wanted her now more than ever. The thought of her belly swelling and her breasts growing larger did something unexplainable to me.
“Jesus,” I groaned as I reached down and tugged the crotch of my pants.
She might carry his now.
But one day, she’d have mine.
I’d fuck her day and night until she did.
The thought stayed with me as the sky grew darker and I turned onto the off-ramp and headed for the main mortuary in the city. I’d put many in there, but a place like that was never on the top of my list to attend…until now.
Now it was a necessity.
I pulled into the street and caught sight of headlights flashing before I parked near the black Range Rover. The doctor climbed out at the same time as I did. Boots crunched on the asphalt.
“DeLuca,” I muttered.
“Let’s get this over with, shall we?” he grumbled, turning to the square concrete building.
I followed, saying nothing when he walked in, showed his ID, and filled out a document handed his way on a clipboard by a middle-aged woman who watched me from behind thick black-rimmed glasses. I didn’t meet her gaze, just stared at the empty waiting room until DeLuca handed the clipboard back and thanked her.
“Come on,” he directed, leaving her behind.
I followed him, pushing through a set of double doors that led along a hallway. His pace was punishing, but I kept up, moving in close. “What did you tell them?”
He shot me a glare. “Does it matter?”
No. I guess it didn’t. Still, I wanted my name out of it.
“Don’t worry.” He stopped, pressed his ID to the sensor, and pushed through the locked doors. “You weren’t on the paperwork.”
“Good.” I followed him through the doors, then we turned.
The pungent scent of antiseptic hit me. I winced, hating that my pulse was already speeding. It wasn’t the dead I was scared of…only the truth. DeLuca pressed his card to the scanner on the second set of doors, but I fixed my gaze on the stainless steel bank of refrigerated drawers on the other side of the doors.
He pushed through, and I followed. For a second, I couldn’t move, frozen by my own racing thoughts. What if it was him? What if it was Hale…what would I do then?
There were more of them out there.
More Hales…
