“Be quiet!” a doctor scolds, waving to get the crowd’s attention. “This is a hospital. People are trying to recuperate. Enough!”
Dutch joins Zane as he grips the handle, and both of them drive the door shut.
“Is there anything we can use to barricade this?” Dutch asks.
I swallow hard. “Th-there’s a lock.” I had it installed when I realized that my health condition meant I was never going to be able to build a life outside of the hospital.
“Convenient,” Zane says.
Dutch flips the lock while Zane pulls the curtains. Outside, the commotion gets fainter and fainter as the security guards drive the crowd away.
I look up, and my watch beeps as adrenaline rushes through me.
Am I dreaming right now?
Although I prefer Finn’s smoldering, near-violent beauty, Dutch and Zane are both extremely stunning. Zane has thick raven hair, a chiseled jawline, and the most intense blue eyes I’ve ever seen. It’s like he stole a piece of the sky when he was born.
He flashes an easy smile at me, making my knees weak.
Dutch has the same face as Zane, except his eyes are a unique amber hue, and he doesn’t smile as much.
The lead singer runs his fingers through his blond hair. “We meet again.”
“At least I’m conscious this time.”
Silence consumes the room.
I’d accept a pity laugh at this point, but both Dutch and Zane watch me as if I’m an alien beamed in from the mothership. I guess they didn’t like the joke?
“Sorry to barge in.” Zane wanders into the room, checking every inch with his eyes. “But I wanted to introduce myself.”
Dutch grunts. “Tell her the truth.”
“Why? Shouldn’t she know everything already?”
My heartbeat thumps.
My watch beeps a warning.
And one phrase whispers through my brain…they know.
Chapter Thirty-One
J
My mouth goes completely dry, and I edge away from the door, searching for a weapon.
Jinx has extracted atonof money from Zane alone.
And Dutch…
Toying around with him and Cadence was the catalyst that inspired the creation of the Jinx app. If anyone has a beef to pick with Jinx, it’s these two.
“Nice room.” Zane strides to the floor-to-ceiling windows and stands in front of the view like a king looking over his kingdom. “And nice view. Must have cost a lot.”
I paste a smile on my face. “It’s beautiful, sure. But I’d trade that view for a shoebox and a decently working heart.”
Zane arches a brow.
