“I’ll never get tired of hearing that,” he whispers, the smile in his voice evident as his body relaxes against mine.
My eyes are heavy, and my heart is full as I sigh contentedly, every muscle in my body going slack beforesleep pulls me under.
CHAPTER 45
KILLIAN
The shrill sound of a phone ringing jolts me out of the deep sleep I had fallen into while still buried inside of Daisy.
A soft, feminine groan comes from beside me as Daisy reaches over to the nightstand on her side. “It’s not me,” she mumbles, collapsing back on the bed.
I feel around the nightstand next to me, knocking over a framed photo in the process as I search for my phone.
It’s still dark outside, but the rain has stopped so the night is quiet on the other side of the windows save for the rustling of leaves from the light breeze.
The screen blinds me as it lights up my face and I squint. The phone has stopped ringing now, but the notifications show I have four missed calls from Jaxon, and I quickly check the time.
Three-thirty A.M.
I sit up abruptly, suddenly on high alert. Daisy startles next to me. “What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head just as the phone begins to ring again in my hand.
I hit the green button, placing the phone on loudspeaker. “Jax?”
“K-Killian,” his broken whisper comes through the line. Dread settles low in my stomach and Daisy must feel it too because she sits up and flicks on the newly replaced lamp beside her.
“What’s wrong?” I repeat Daisy’s earlier question.
Muffled sobs come through the line, and I wait patiently as he attempts to compose himself. “My, uh, it’s my mom.”
There are hushed voices in the background, but I can’t make out what they’re saying as Jaxon chokes on a cry. “Sh-she overdosed. She’s dead, man."
Daisy gasps next to me, her hand flying up to her mouth. My eyes are wide as I meet her tear-filled ones.
I pull the comforter off my body and jump out of bed, pulling random clothes from my dresser.
“Can you come here? Please?” Jaxon pleads, sounding helpless.
My stomach is in knots as I toss some clothes on the bed for Daisy to put on since hers are still wet and laying on my bathroom floor. “I’m coming right now. We will be there in ten minutes.”
He sniffles. “We?”
“Yeah.” I nod, even though he can’t see it. “Daisy is with me.”
“O-okay. Good. I like her.”
I smile softly at that. Of course he does. The woman who’s frantically throwing clothes on has the biggest heart of all of us.
“Is there someone there with you?” I ask as the voices get louder in the background.
“The police,” he answers. “And paramedics. CPS are on their way.”
“Where’s your sister?” Daisy speaks up as she comes to stand next to me.
I hand her the phone, letting her take over while I pull on some sweats and a matching hoodie.
“She’s here with me. We’re in her room. She stopped crying a few minutes before I called you.”
