“Are you okay?” he barked, looking me over. “Harp? Are you okay?”
“The truck,” I groaned. “Did you see that guy hit me?”
“Someone hit you?” Bas asked, his tone changing in an instant as he reached for my seat belt.
“They rear-ended me,” I replied, still trying to catch the blood. “I smacked my face on the steering wheel, and then I was in the fucking trees!”
“Whoa, slow down,” Bas ordered as I flung myself out of my seat.
“What an asshole,” I yelled, tripping toward the back of the truck. I got a blurry look at the tailgate and groaned. It was ruined. “My dad is going to fuckingkillme.”
“You need to sit down, baby,” Bas said, lifting his phone to his ear as he helped me sit down in the muddy grass. “Stay here,” he ordered as he took off at a jog toward where he’d parked his bike on the shoulder of the road.
“Fuck,” I whispered, using my sweatshirt sleeve to press against the wound between my eyebrows.
Chapter 11
Sebastian
“Hey, it’s Bas,”I said when Leo answered. “Harper’s okay—”
“What happened?” he asked, cutting me off.
“We’re about a mile and a half from your place. She was in a car accident drivin’ home.” Reaching into my saddlebag, I pulled out the pistol I always carried, checked the magazine, and started back toward Harper.
“Fuck,” he barked. “Get dressed, Dandelion. Harper was in an accident.”
“What?” Lily’s voice came from further away.
“Bas says she’s okay,” he replied. Then his voice was clearer. “We’ll be there in five.”
He hung up without a word, and I found Gray in my contacts.
“What’s up, Bas?” he answered.
“She’s fine, just banged up, but your sister was in an accident about a mile and a half from your parents’ house. We were headed back from my place.”
“Shit,” Gray replied.
“She says someone rear-ended her,” I told him, scanning the trees and road. “Your parents are on their way, but—”
“I’ll be there soon,” he replied. “You armed?”
“Of course.”
“Good.” He hung up just as I reached Harper.
“How you doin’, baby?” I asked, crouching down in front of her. “Dizzy?”
“No, but this hurts like hell.”
“I bet,” I murmured, reaching forward to push her arm away from her face. “Your eyes okay? Where are your glasses?”
“I think they came off in the crash,” she said, squinting. “They’re probably broken.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “Looks like you smacked your face where they rest on your nose.”
“Dammit,” she said with a sigh. “Are my parents coming?”
