“You need to rest,” he tells me. His voice is gentle, but his hands aren’t as he holds me down in the bed while the gown rips open. I don’t even care.
The guy pulls restraints out from underneath the bed, and I scream and fight, but they easily get my wrists secured by my sides and then my ankles.
“Catheter and feeding tube. Now. They should have never been removed,” Adam snaps and then adds, “She will not leave this bed until I say. Understand?”
“Yes. Yes, sir,” the guy agrees, nodding quickly.
I’m gasping for breath when Adam pushes my wild hair from my face. His eyes are full of concern as they look over me. “This is what you wanted, Eve.”
I shake my head, and snot runs from my nose.
He nods. “It’s going to be okay. I promise.”
“My husband…needs me,” I sob, trying to breathe. He’s out there all alone.
I feel a sting in my arm and look to see a new IV has been started. Then I shiver when something cold fills my body, making me instantly relax into the bed. “Kash—” My tongue feels swollen, and I can’t get his name out.
“It’s okay, Eve,” Adam repeats, then looks at the guy. “You do not leave this room.”
My eyes get heavy, and I have a problem keeping them open. Saint said Kashton has been gone a week? How long before I see him? Another week? Two? A month? I need to be with him right now.
“Get some rest. We’ll talk soon.”
It’s the last thing I hear before the darkness swallows me.
EIGHTY
EVERETT
“How long have I been here, Adam?” I demand, sitting in his office. I was finally allowed to leave my room today after my catheter and feeding tube were removed. I’m weak from being confined to bed and living off Jell-O cups. I want my husband, some pancakes, and a bottle of whiskey. In that order.
Adam and I were never close, but now I hate his guts. Is he hurting my husband on purpose? Did they have a falling out and this is him getting even?
His green eyes pin me from where he sits behind the desk. “A little over three weeks.”
My teeth grind. “I need to leave.”
“Eve—”
“This isn’t up for debate,” I snap. “You’ve kept me strapped to that bed for long enough. I need to find Kashton.”
He sits back in his seat, and I turn to see Bill enter the room when the door opens. “We know where he is,” Bill states.
“How long have you known?” I demand, but neither answers me. “Do his brothers know?” Maybe Sin and Ryat found him and returned him to Carnage to be with Saint and Haidyn. Maybe Saint filled him in that I’m alive. That he heard my voice, and I’ll be home soon.
Adam shakes his head.
I fist my hands to keep from punching his fucking face. “Take me to him,” I command. “Right fucking now.”
“You’re not ready,” Adam argues.
“Ready for what? To see my husband?” That’s ridiculous. “This is not your decision to make.”
His eyes slowly look over my body, and I roll mine. I’ve been seeing a doctor. I’ve been cleared. I still get winded easily, and I can only walk for short periods of time, but for the most part, I’m me. I feel better. But I don’t care if I was in a fucking coma; he should not have kept Kash from me.
I get up and slowly walk over to Bill and do what I never thought I’d doin my life. “Daddy, please,” I beg the man that took me in. He saved me to give me a better life, and this is my better life. To be with Kashton. “He needs me.” My husband’s been lied to, and he’s hurting. “I need him.”
“I don’t think?—”
