But I knew his wasn’t the end-all-be-all opinion. Perish was still talking to Fallon.
If Fallon gave him an ultimatum, there was still a chance that Perish might choose the club, the money, the security. Over me.
Just the thought had a stabbing pain searing through my heart.
I pressed my palm there as if I could rub it away.
The worst part was, I couldn’t even blame him, could I? He had such a hard life. If he craved stability more than me, Icouldn’t be mad. Especially because things were still so new with us.
I was saved from an endless anxiety spiral, though, by the phone call from Layna.
And the insane situation she found herself in. Which, by the sheer shock and disbelief of it all, managed to completely wipe my mind of my own worries for the next few hours.
“Anyway, how are you?” she asked when she finally ran out of rants.
“I mean, scratched all up, concussed, and not sure if I am still with Perish or not, but still somehow… better than you right now.”
“Don’t even get me started again,” she said, sighing. “How bad is the concussion?”
“I have this never-ending headache. But I also haven’t taken any medicine since they put it in my veins at Hailstorm.”
“I’ll bet at least five people have offered to get you anything you need,” Layna said.
“They have.”
“But heaven forbid you let someone else take care of you for a change.”
“That’s not true. Perish has taken care of me here and there.”
“I love that for you. Even if I know you’re going to be his nursemaid for the next few weeks.”
“I’m okay with that. He took three bullets for me.”
“From what I hear, you ended up saving him.”
“We saved each other.”
“Okay. That was annoyingly cute. I’m trying not to hate you for this.”
“Well, once you get your situation sorted, I’m sure you will be back to being happy for me.”
“True. Ugh. Okay. I have to go. Take meds and get some sleep.”
“I will. Be safe, okay?”
“Oh,I’llbe just fine. My newhusbandon the other hand might not.”
With that, she hung up and I felt a little bit lighter.
Still, though, sleep was elusive. I just stared blankly at the ceiling, at the TV, at everyone who came in to check on me, bringing me plates for lunch and dinner.
“Yeah?” I called when there was yet another knock on the door.
“Hey, Goose,” Fallon said, taking a step inside the room. “Heard you haven’t been doing any of the sleeping you were explicitly told to do.”
“I can’t fall asleep,” I admitted, pulling my knees to my chest and hugging them.
“You overthinking shit?”
