“No, Bon.Youdid. You were unbelievable.”
“No. I was desperate.” One side of her mouth lifted. “It’s over now.”
Another knock sounded at the door, and this time Jesse stepped in. His eyes went to straight to Bonnie. “Hey, Bon. You’re awake.”
“Yeah. And I feel pleasantly numb.”
“Good. I’m glad you’re okay.”
The smile slipped from her lips. “You’ve got all of them now, right? This is over?”
“That’s all of them.”
“So life can go back to normal?” she asked, hope weaving into her words.
“Almost. We haven’t found the guy who decapitated the mouse and slammed you into the building yet,” Zane said quietly, fucking hating that, after everything, they still had to look over their shoulders.
“I’m still hoping they’ll stop now,” Bonnie said.
And damn, he wished he shared her optimism. But he’d been witness to too much dark shit in the world for that.
“I don’t want us to get complacent,” Jesse said before Zane could.
Bonnie deflated a bit.
He tightened his grip on her hand.
“Do you need my account of what happened or anything?” she asked quietly.
“That can wait until tomorrow. I just came to check on you.” Jesse squeezed her uninjured arm. “Rest up and call if you need anything.”
She nodded.
When it was just the two of them, Zane swiped his thumb over the back of her hand. “What can I do?”
“Get me home?”
“As soon as the doctor gives you the okay.”
She studied his face, the quiet stretching out as tears gathered in her eyes. “You’re okay.”
“I’m okay.”
“I was so scared we wouldn’t make it out of there.”
“We did.” Zane frowned, something hard settling in his gut. “You can’t ever do that again, Bon.”
“Do what?”
“Step in front of a bullet for me.”
“I saved you.”
“You wereshot. You could have died.” Fuck, even saying that out loud tasted like acid on his tongue. “Promise me.”
She cupped his cheek. “You would have done the same for me.”
“Bonnie—”
