It’s been hours. Zeb has stayed with me most of the time, though whenever he leaves to check on something, Mads or Reed come in and wait with me instead.
I can’t move from the chair beside her.
“You know what would be nice?” Zeb asks me.
“What?”
“If we could have one year without one of us getting attacked,” he says, and I huff amusedly. “I mean, really. Is this just the kind of love we all attract?”
“I think so,” I answer.
The door opens and closes quietly then, and both Zeb and I look up to find Mads coming through the door, Kade behind him.
Kade gives me a soft look before his gaze moves to Gemma.
“How is she?” he asks.
“No different,” I say, sighing. “Doc says she’ll be up eventually. Pain meds have her down.”
He blows out a breath and stuffs his hands in his pockets as he steps up to the bed. “How are you?” he asks me.
“Not great,” I answer. “What’s the latest? What’s going on?”
“Police are doing… what they do,” he says, annoyance in his voice. “Your publicists are the ones scrambling. The incident is already making headlines.”
“Just saw,” Zeb says, holding up his phone. “Metalcore band Young Decay at the center of yet another music festival drama.” He scoffs. “Yay us.”
“Could be worse,” Mads says. “At least none of us are in jail.”
I give him a solemn look, though Kade sitting on the edge of the bed distracts me before I can speak. I squint at the way he’s watching me.
“So, I just wanted to… I’m sorry that I took that final blow from you,” he says.
I pause, ears perking.
Oh shit.
“I know what he did to you,” he goes on, his words sounding calculated. “I know it would have brought you some closure to have done that, but after he stabbed you, I had no choice. He lunged at you again. He was going to kill you. I’m just glad Liam and I arrived in time to stop him.”
I glance toward Mads and Zeb, who are both on the edge of their seats and listening to Kade as intently as I am.
“Um. Yeah,” I say. “Yeah, me too. Just in time.”
Kade nods. “I’m your bodyguard, Bonnie. It’s my job to protect you. Someone was hurting you. They tried to kill your security detail to get to you.”
I squeeze Gemma’s fingers, my heart sinking slightly. “Yeah,” I manage.
“You still have to make a statement,” he goes on.
Fuck.
I need to memorize everything he just said.
“You don’t have to worry about repercussions,” he says. “I have everything. Screenshots of when Rad began harassing you on the livestream. All the videos about you. The voice messages he’s left you the past three weeks. You’re okay. Both of you are okay.”
“Thank fuck you do your job,” I hear Gemma mutter.
My heart drops, my head whipping around in her direction. She has a lazy smile on her lips as she looks at her partner, and when those eyes drift to me, my insides somersault.
