“What does that mean?”
He shakes his head again.
“What does that mean?” I cry out, trying to break free for the millionth time.
Another few torturous minutes pass before the officer’s radio blares again, and I hold my breath, waiting for information.
“The driver is free. Young female. Unresponsive. Lacer—” It cuts off and I burst into tears, my gaze dropping to the officer’s radio, seeing him turning a dial.
“What did you do?”
“You don’t need to hear that.”
“I do. What was he going to say?”
I’m so caught up in what I missed that it takes me a moment to register what was actually said, and my panic rises. Young female? “It was a young female?”
Who?
I relax into my captor’s hold, convincing him I’ve given up, but the second he lets his guard down, I slam my elbow into his ribs and take off running. I’ve just reached the ambulance when different hands clamp around my arms, tugging me back. “I’ve got you,” Nathan whispers over and over, trying to comfort me, his grip tight.
But it’s all for nothing.
Sierra’s lifeless body comes into view before they roll her into the ambulance.
And the fight leaves me, their lack of urgency telling me she’s gone.
Zane’s sister is gone.
I’ve lost my best friend.
CHAPTER SIX
Zane
After pulling into the hospital parking lot, I switch off Cade’s truck and stare out the window, my vision blurred as my mind runs wild with thoughts. I’m not sure how much time passes as I torture myself with memories, but when the sun rises, the glow reflecting off the yellowing exterior, I realize I’m fucked. I was under strict orders to get plenty of rest. I was also told to take it easy and avoid stress, but that’s impossible to do when I keep getting hit in the face with constant reminders of everything I hate about myself.
Of what I did.
The sooner I get out of here the better. But I can’t leave until Reed’s okay.
After snapping myself out of my stupor, I drop Cade’s keys at the reception desk and double check the visiting hours—normally eight a.m. but for me “any time,” said with a wink and flirtatious smile. I thank the receptionist with a grin of my own and head up to the waiting area, hoping to get some sleep before the others arrive.
Only no sooner have my eyes drifted shut than a gruff throat clears, jolting me awake.
“Zane.” Easton nods, and of all the fucking people, it had to be the teammate that hates me the most.
“I thought visiting hours started at eight?” I ask, raising a brow, my lips curling into a smile.
Easton smiles right back, and honestly, I’m floored. “Let me guess…any time for you?” His voice softens as he winks and I burst out laughing.
“Damn. I thought I was special.”
“Nope. Not this time. Though I get the feeling you think that a lot.”
He raises a brow and I snort as my laughter fades. “Not as often as you’d guess,” I say honestly, though he’s not entirely wrong.
“Good to know.”
