“B-But, I’m n-not his—” I started to sputter but was cut off when Lake threw her hand over my mouth.
“Just go with it, sis. You want to see him don’t you?”
I nodded. I couldn’t believe Ruby lied to get me in, but I wanted to see Huntley more than I wanted my next breath, so I needed to shut up and go with it.
“Come on, I’ll show you to his room,” Ruby said. Then as the rest of the gang came to congregate around us, she told me that someone else would be out to talk to everyone.
When she started walking, I paused and looked around at everyone. I felt bad getting to go back when I knew they all wanted to see him, but Lake gave me an encouraging smile and I practically took off running to catch up with my friend.
“He’s banged up with some bruised ribs and a slight concussion, but he’s going to recover,” Ruby whispered as she looped her arm through mine. “If I’ve learned anything since meeting Lyric, it’s true love doesn’t come along often and when it does, it hangs on tight.”
My emotions bubbled up inside me with each step I took and tears pricked at the back of my eyelids. How was I going to hold it together when I saw him?
Ruby stopped in front of a closed door, dropped my arm and placed her hand on my shoulder. “Hold on even when it scares the ever-lovin' shit out of you.” She gestured to the inside of the room. “Now go see your guy.”
I nodded, then took a huge breath. “Thank you.”
“No thanks necessary, girlfriend.”
Turning, I placed my hand on the door and slowly pushed it open just in time to catch a woman, who I assumed was his mother, saying, “Once you're released, you'll come home with me so I can take care of you.”
That yarn quickly began to unravel. Without thinking, and in a harsh tone, one that left no room for debate, I interjected, “No. He will be coming home withme.”
In the next second my world came crashing down around me and my heart flipped a million times over.
A woman—one that could only be Huntley’s mother since she was the only one allowed in prior to me—turned at my interruption and sharp tongue. This allowed me to see not only her but my guy too.
That’s when I fell apart completely.
I gasped at the sight of the woman and injured man staring at me, both with a look of shock. Huntley seemed to recover a bit faster than his mother and me, his lips tipping up in a small smile.
“Warrior. Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
Oh my god, he could have died.
He could have died and I would have never gotten to tell him I love him.
Not able to hold anything in any longer, I burst into tears.
Then through blurry, watery eyes, I saw the woman approaching me as recognition seemed to dawn on her aged but still absolutely beautiful face.
It couldn’t be.
I must be hallucinating.
“Everything is going to be okay, sweet girl.”
I knew that voice.
It was the sound of an angel.
Myangel.
Chapter Thirty-Two
HUNTLEY
River was here.
