I stand up from behind the dumpster on shaking legs.
“Bonnie,” Titan breathes.
He crosses the distance in four long strides and sweeps me up off my feet. I’m too tired to protest, too grateful to see them to do anything but wrap my arms around his neck and hold on.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs against my hair. “You’re safe now.”
“My feet?—”
“I know. We’ll fix it.” He carries me to his bike and settles me on the seat in front of him. “Just hold on.”
Ash and Ghost mount their bikes. Engines rumble to life, and we pull out of the gas station, heading back the way they came.
Back toward the compound.
“Wait,” I call out over the engine noise. “We can’t go there. That’s the first place they’ll look?—”
“This is our territory,” Ash calls back. “We’ll be ready.”
I want to argue, but exhaustion crashes over me like a wave. I lean back against Titan’s chest and let him support my weight as we ride.
The compound appears ahead. Guards at the gate wave us through. Brothers stop what they’re doing to watch as Titan carries me inside.
“Get Jamie,” Ash orders someone. “Tell her we need medical attention in the common room.”
“I’m fine—” I start.
“You’re not fine.” Titan sets me down on a couch. “You look like you went ten rounds with a wood chipper.”
“Thanks. Real flattering.”
“Just being honest.”
Jamie rushes in with a medical kit. She’s been the club’s unofficial nurse for five years and has patched up more injuries than I can count. She takes one look at me and her eyes widen.
“Jesus Christ, Bonnie. What happened?”
“Long story.”
“We need to take her to a hospital,” she says to Ash. “These wounds need proper treatment?—”
“Please. Just do what you can here,” I beg.
Jamie looks at Ash. He nods once. She sighs and kneels in front of me. “This is going to hurt.”
“Everything already hurts.”
She starts with my feet. Pulls out tweezers and begins removing debris—glass, splinters of wood. Each piece feels like she’s pulling out teeth. I grit my jaw and try not to make any noise.
“We should head to the cabin,” I say through clenched teeth. “It’s safer?—”
“The cabin’s thirty minutes away.” Ash leans against the wall, arms crossed. “You’d bleed out before we got there.”
“I’m not bleeding out?—”
“Your feet say different.” Jamie drops a piece of glass into a metal bowl with a clink. “Hold still.”
“The compound isn’t safe,” I insist. “Savage Legion will come looking?—”
