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I was about to say something but he shook his head, demanding I didn’t. Instead I climbed into the back of the truck and eased across the seat, gently positioning myself next to Elias. I brushed my fingers over the side of his face then exhaled a shaky breath, snuggling up close to him. I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes.
I hated this so much, but there wasn’t much I could do about it now.
I heard the door close and Ez’s muffled voice telling them to keep an eye on things and that he wouldn’t be long. I tuned everything else out because nothing else mattered but the man I was bound and determined to protect.
TWENTY-SEVEN
elias
My limbs felt heavy.
My mind was groggy.
I struggled to lift my arms but I managed and rubbed the heel of my palms into my eyes trying hard to smooth the heaviness I felt in my eyelids. That heaviness made it hard for me to peel my eyes open so I stopped trying for a minute.
A familiar scent filled my nose and lungs with each labored breath I took in and my mind went racing again. Erratic thoughts flooded my mind until I was finally able to open my eyes. My head followed, lifting from the pillow and my vision cleared when my eyes moved around the room trying to make sense of where I was.
My room.
“Easy…”
Ezekiel.
I followed the sound of his voice to find him sitting in a chair not far from my bed. He looked exhausted. Eyes tired, body slumped as he leaned into his elbows which were pressed into his knees. His chin rested in his hands while his fingers extended up the side of his face.
But that look in his eyes.
I knew that look.
Hated that gotdamn look.
“What happened?”
“You don’t remember?”
I quickly shook my head and my brain felt like it scrambled from that simple move. My temples throbbed and there was a pounding in my head. It hurt to keep my eyes open but I did. I kept them on Ez.
“No…” My voice was hoarser than usual. Another sign that something wasn’t right. How long had I been down? Had I crashed and if so, when? Where?
“None of it?”
“No…” I said with a little more force.
Ez didn’t flinch. Not even a little. He only lifted, correcting his posture, but then slouched down in the chair. Leaning back against it, not saying a word. His eyes though. The look of them was loud.
Really fucking loud.
What the fuck had I done?
“How do you feel?” His voice was level. Almost calm.
“Fine,” I gritted, but that was a lie. I struggled to throw the covers off and struggled to sit up and get my legs over the side of the bed. The pounding in my head was out of control.
I felt confused, angry, unsettled.
Most of all, not right. I didn’t feel right.
“Do you remember what you did?”
