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But I can’t admit that.
“She’s injured,” I remind them. “And let’s not forget she’s sedated. How the hell am I supposed to kick her out now?”
Soul tilts his head and scowls. “Do you really think so little of us that you believe we’d boot her ass the second the vote is over? C’mon, brother, give us more credit than that.”
He’s right, they wouldn’t. And I know that. But until I know Violet will be safe above ground among the rest of society, I don’t want her going anywhere.
And now you sound like a damn creeper.
“Fine, let’s vote,” I acquiesce.
“All those in favor of letting Violet remain here while she recuperates, raise your hand.”
All hands go up, and I exhale a sigh of relief.
“All those in favor of having Jez and Fort do some digging into her past to see if we can’t figure this shit out, raise your hand.”
Again, all hands go up. Soul tips his head, and I follow the direction he’s indicating.
Fort, our resident tech guru, is holding a cell phone in his hand, but he slides it across the table to me. “I tried to salvage Violet’s cell, but there was no saving it. I did manage to clone it, so she’ll have a new one. And I put a tiny tracker in the battery in case she decides to take off as soon as she’s physically able.”
What they don’t know is that a tracker won’t be necessary. I’m not letting Violet out of my sight, at the clubhouse or anywhere else, until I know she’s no longer in danger.
Consequences be damned.
“Fort, get with Jez and start diving into this chick’s life. I want to know everything about her,” Soul instructs. “As for the rest of you… I’m not thrilled about how this all came about, but Violet’s here now, and I expect her to be made to feel welcome. Any questions?”
“Can I go now?” I demand.
Soul rolls his eyes but nods.
Like a shot, I’m out of the room and making my way through the clubhouse to the med wing. As soon as I enter Violet’s room, my nerves settle. There are only two things in this world that have had this effect on me: riding my Harley and purging.
Now there are three, and I’m not entirely sure how I feel about it.
CHAPTER13
VIOLET
I wanderover to the window for a brief moment of peace and remember a book I read when I was a child. A shy, beautiful princess was locked in a tower by a tyrant, and every escape attempt she made was thwarted. In the story, the princess is rescued by a devilishly handsome prince, and the villain is never heard from again.
Too bad it’s notmystory… My attempts to flee end in bloody torture.
A meaty hand grabs me by the hair and drags me from the tranquility of the window and my daydream. I'm thrown to the ground before a kick to my ribs has me pleading for mercy.
With a jolt, I wake up, but the nightmare lingers, playing over and over again in my head. I glance around, and nothing looks familiar.
Where the hell am I?
Medical equipment surrounds one side of the bed, and the steady beep of a heart monitor fills the air. My head swivels away from the rhythmic sounds of the machine, and my gaze lands onhim.
Grim’s sitting next to the bed, and his eyes bore into mine.I shrink back into the pillows, but he grabs my hand.
Why is Grim here?Whereverhereis.
“It’s okay,” he signs slowly. “You’re safe.”
“Where am I?” My voice is raspy, and I don’t sound like myself at all.
