“Oh my God,” Valley screams, and I wince. She rushes to my other side. “Sorry, Nyx. I'm so happy you’re awake.”
“You’re in Jax’s doctor’s office,” Trikk explains. “You were shot in the back. You're going to be okay, though. Doc got the bullet out.”
I frown, images suddenly assaulting my battered brain. My heart stalls when I remember what happened.
“No... Hunter!”
I try to sit up, but it’s not happening. I'm way too weak.
I turn my head to see a second bed right next to mine. Hunter lies deathly still there. 6—I mean—Cynthia is next to him, Purge on the other side.
Purge rushes over to me. “He’s okay, Iskra. He should be waking up soon. His wound wasn’t life-threatening.”
I exhale, willing my heart to slow down from the panic. “Is everyone here?”
Bodies crowd me, making me smile. My guys; all of them are here. Valley and Bryan, too.
Wait...
“Where’s 3?”
“In the corner,” Synn answers, taking Valley’s place beside me. He closes in on my face, kissing me on the lips, lingering for a second. My cheeks flame, but I can’t deny it feels amazing.
“My Pazessca,” he murmurs.
Trikk steps aside, Ghost taking his spot. “Malishka, my love.” He kisses me too. Tears are all over his face.
One by one, the rest of them come greet me and kiss me. Razor, then Frost.
“My Killer, back where you belong. I love you so much,” Frost says in a trembling voice, tears running down his cheeks and dripping onto my face.
I open my mouth to respond when a loud sound of outrage comes from the corner.
Frost is brutally pushed away, 3 coming to me and grabbing me around the middle and hugging me.
I grunt, and the Doctor cautions, “Careful, son, don’t break her stitches open.”
3 looks up, staring me in the eye. He kisses me softly, his mouth working. “M-Mine,” he stutters, and my jaw drops.
“3. My Golden-Eyed Boy. You just spoke!” Tears shine in my eyes, and I smile at him.
“Oh, fuck no,” Synn snarls, pushing forward. The rest of the guys start cursing too.
“Like hell,” Razor spits.
“Over my dead fucking body!” Trikk.
“No, boy, get your shit right.” Purge.
“She is mine!” Ghost.
“She belongs to The Six, little boy.” Frost.
A loud whistle sounds.
“Boys... stand the fuck down! Remember your places, damn.” Valley yells.
Bryan squeezes her hand, humor flitting over his face.
