I’m right in front of him when his head raises, and our eyes slam into each other with such fervor I don’t know if I’m more disturbed he’s here or if I’d have been more relieved if he weren’t.
Torin being here means Matteo is.
And that doesn’t bode well for Ozzy when it’s all my ex wanted in the first place.
“Where is he?” I blurt out through a murmur, wanting to ask him how he is instead, when I notice the two black eyes and the deep cut gashed across his glossy cheek.
His golden eyes are red, and he’s been…crying?
“Mhm…” He tries to grin at me, but it falls flat when he winces a bit. “Wildfire…you never listen.”
I bend over, aligning my face with his and reaching out to gingerly cup his jaw. “Where is Matteo? Ozzy is—” Torin shakes his head, letting me know we’re safe on that front.
For now.
“How are you here?” I ask, running my thumb softly along the stubble of his chin and notice his hands are tied. “What happened?”
“You need to get out of here,” he croaks out. “You shouldn’t be here. You know that.”
“I was brought here,” I reply, starting to glimpse over my shoulder to see how much space I’ve got between us and the assholes who brought me up when Torin barks out.
“Don’t.”
My focus jerks back to him, confusion clogging my throat to ask him why. But it doesn’t last long, because it wanes, and I’m overwhelmed with the fact he’s alive.
He might not be feeling thebest,but he’s not dead.
He’s fuckinghere.
Stepping closer, I straddle over his legs and sit in his lap, careful not to put too much weight on him. “This okay?”
He bobs his head. “More than okay. But you’re not listening again.”
“I said I wasbroughthere, Pretty Boy. What do youwantme to do? Bound over them and use my super speed to leave?”
“Do something.”
Alright, he’s been hit in the head a few times, or he’s in denial.
I’m with him whether we both want me to be or not, but I think it’s more him than me right now. I’m just happy to be touching him.
“What’s the plan?” I inquire evenly. “Did you hear anything?”
Torin draws in a long inhale, buying himself some time because he couldn’t hide the fact he doesn’t want to answer my question if he had practiced it for months. “It’s not Matteo you need to be thinking about, baby.”
“I know. That’s what these assholes said.”
“Where’s Ozzy?”
“Downstairs.”
Torin exhales, sounding a bit relieved. “Good.”
“How badly are you hurt?”
His eyes slowly scan the area behind me. “I’m fine. Did they hurt you?”
“No.”
