“Wow,” I breathe out. “I can feel all of you.”
The warmth exploding out from my chest, a mix of all of their emotions, brings tears to my eyes.
“We can feel you too, Sugar.”
“You’re mine,” I mumble. “All mine. All of you.”
“And you’re ours,” Ash growls, brushing some of my hair away from my face.
“Ours,” Rage nods.
CHAPTER 53
Rowan
She’s not getting better.
She hasn’t gotten better for the past fucking week.
“This is getting ridiculous,” Ash mutters, grabbing the duffel bag he brings with him to fights. “You said her heat broke when she got bitten last time, right?”
“Yeah,” Griffin nods, his gaze darting back to the bed, where Mirabelle is luckily passed out in Rage’s arms.
Her passing out from exhaustion seems to be the only break she gets from the pain of her heat.
“Well, now she’s gotten two, one from me and one from the big guy,” Ash mutters, rubbing absently at his shoulder, where Mirabelle bit him back. “Why the fuck hasn’t her heat broken? We bit her almost a week ago.”
“I don’t know,” I say, tugging on a t-shirt. “Maybe we should find a doctor or something?”
“Fuck no,” Ash snaps, taking a menacing step towards me.
I hold my hands up in surrender, eyeing Griffin warily when he doesn’t step between us like he normally does, to try and break up fights.
“I think Ash is right,” Griffin says, wincing. “Those messageson the TV, the ones on the local news stations, they haven’t stopped. Someone’s looking for Mirabelle and I don’t think any of us like that.”
“She’s in pain, guys,” I say, rubbing absently at the ache in my chest that hasn’t gone away. “What if it gets worse? What happens then? There’s only so much we can do from here. Maybe—maybe the people looking for her have good intentions?”
“Do you hear yourself, kid?” Ash growls, his dominance so thick in the air it nearly chokes me. “That sounds like a whole lotta fuckin’ bullshit, if you ask me. You know who’s in charge of those broadcasts? The Northside. I don’t want any Northside fuckers aroundouromega, you hear me?”
“I hear you,” I mutter, but I’m not looking at him. I’m looking at Mirabelle, clutching Rage in her sleep like she’s afraid she’s going to get swept away.
Griffin’s phone buzzes, and he lets out a tired sigh.
“We’ve gotta go,” Griffin says. “You two good to hold down the fort till we get back?”
“Yeah,” I mumble, nodding as I take a shaky breath. “How long will you be gone?”
“Five, maybe six hours.”
“Okay,” I nod. “I’ll call you if we need anything.”
“Our phones will be in the locker rooms, but we’ll get back to you as soon as we can.”
Griffin grips my shoulder before leaning in and clapping me on the back with a hug.
“See you soon. We’re gonna figure this out, alright?”
“Yeah, sure,” I nod.
