Where are WE, you ungrateful fuck.
Shut up.
This time, I force my eyes to open and stay that way.
What the actual fuck.
I’m in the driver’s seat of my car, with blood on my hands.
My vision swims again, but I stab my gaze past the mostly dry blood on my skin to my watch, and I stiffen.
It’s been three hours since I left the party to go meet Sebastian, who’d found another of Beaumont’s cockroaches.
I met Seb, and he and I dealt with the scumbag. That resulted in blood on my hands, sure, but I cleaned up. I was going to surprise Evelina back at the party.
Besides, that was almost two hours ago. What the fuck happened?
A cold laugh echoes inside me.
We happened, motherfucker.
I shove the voice aside, then glance around for my phone. I find it in my jacket pocket.
Fuck me, I havefifty-threemissed calls and a gazillion texts. I start to page through them, then suddenly go deathly still.
Holy fuck.
“Sir!Sir!!”I ignore the nurses and the hospital security guard that try to stop me as I barge past the information desk.
Someone hurt her.
Someone hurt what’smineand put her in the goddamn hospital. So, no, I don’t need to do literally anything but make sure she’s okay and then go burn down the fucking world until I find out who did this to her.
I storm through the hallways like a wraith, my hands still bloodied and my eyes stabbing straight ahead. Then I see room 206 and almost take the door off its hinges as I crash inside.
“Eveli—”
A truck or possibly a fucking grizzly bear barrels into me from the side. It hits so hard that I grunt as I’m lifted off my feet and slammed into the wall, hard.
Black spots flicker in my eyes as I blink back stars. I’m vaguely aware of screaming as I fling my hands out and try to steady myself against the wall.
What thefuckwas?—
“I’m going to fucking rip you in half, motherfucker!”
Oh.
That’swhat.
I frown as I look up into Roman Nikitin’s murderous face, his hands gripping my shirt collar as he pins me to the wall.
“ROMAN!” Evelina screams. “Roman,STOP IT!”
I look past his shoulder to where she’s sitting in the hospital bed. Before I can even focus on her, her goddamn brother slams the back of my skull against the wall again, making more stars explode through my vision.
“Why thefuckwas my sister calling for you while she was half unconscious, motherfucker!” he roars. “What thefuckdid you?—?!”
“Whoa! ROMAN!!”
