And somehow the tone in which she says it, makes me feel like I did something wrong. Shit.
"Who are you again?" I glower at her.
"Meredith." She sits back down in the chair. "Meredith Vincent." She tilts her head. "I called the ambulance, which arrived at the same time as your friends."
"If she'd found you a minute later, you could have been dead. Those bastards tried to kill you."
"I'd like to see them try." I snort, then wince when more pain flashes through my head.
"When I get my hands on the bastards who did this, I'm going to?—"
Saint clears his throat. I stare at him, and he frowns at me, then side-eyes Meredith.
Right. "—I'm going to, ah, teach them a lesson."
"I hope you hand their arses to them," Meredith says coolly.
I blink.
Saint snorts.
"For a middle-aged woman, you sure speak tough," I grumble.
"I do more than that. I haven't come this far in life without holding my own in trying situations, you know?"
"Who do you think did this?" Saint scratches his chin.
I shoot him a glance, "Who do you think?"
He stares back and I know he's thinking the same thing as me. Were the people behind the incident the same ones who beat me up?
Saint shuffles his feet. “I gotta get moving, man, don’t want to be late for this meeting."
Meredith narrows her gaze on me, "I believe you also owe me something else, young man."
"Huh?" I blink, "What do you mean?"
She merely arches an eyebrow and the back of my neck heats.
"Well?" She taps her foot, "I'm waiting."
Right. the last time someone had spoken to me in that no-nonsense tone was my mother. Then she'd died, thanks to the stress brought on by a son who'd gotten kidnapped, then getting himself into all kind of trouble on the streets.
I glance down at the sheets, then back at her. "Thank you," I mutter, "I appreciate what you did."
"You're welcome." Meredith nods, then turns to Saint, "Don't you have to be somewhere?"
Saint straightens. "Umm, yes Ma'am, but Sinner here?—"
"I'll drive him home."
"No need." I glower. "I can bloody well take care of my—" I swing my legs over the side of the bed. My feet hit the floor and I lurch up to standing. The world tilts. I grab the edge of the bed, stabilize myself,
She quirks an eyebrow, "Still think you can drive yourself?"
Maybe not. I blow out a breath.
Saint glances between us. "Guess I'd better be going then."
