23
Cam
Waking alone surprised me less than knocking out with Alexei and Saint in my bed in the first place. If not for the neatly folded towel on the bedside table, I’d have wondered if I’d imagined Alexei’s appearance at all.
Saint’s calling card was less subtle. His clothes from the night before were still on the bedroom floor, folded, though, cos Alexei apparently couldn’t help himself.
My head was so full, I didn’t know how to file what had gone down before I’d fallen asleep. I’d fucked Alexei bare. I’d kissed Saint.
Fuck, they’d kissed each other.
More.
I blew out a sigh, allowing myself a moment to digest it before responsibility called me home. But it didn’t go anywhere. It stayed lodged in my chest, in my heart, and I couldn’t fucking breathe.
A hot shower might’ve helped, but I didn’t feel like washing Alexei and Saint from my skin just yet.
I found some clothes and left the bedroom, walking straight into my sister’s path.
“I was just coming to get you.”
“Why? What’s wrong?”
Orla took my arm. “It’s Rubi. I think he needs to see someone about these headaches. Cam, he’s in so much pain.”
My brain cleared of anything and everything that wasn’t the welfare of my brother in arms. “Where is he?”
“Nash’s room. He staggered in a few hours ago and passed out next to me.”
In any other circumstances, I’d have asked her what the fuck she’d been doing in Nash’s room, but I didn’t give a shit. I jogged down the hall to Nash’s room and stepped inside.
It was dark, the curtains drawn and no lights on. Nash was crouched by the bed, shirtless, obviously, because he’d been boning my sister, but my gaze didn’t linger on him. I zeroed in on Rubi, who was hunched up on the edge of the bed, his arms over his head.
Nash got out of my way. I took his place and rubbed Rubi’s shoulder. “Rubes, mate? You all right?”
Rubi groaned and shifted his arms just enough so I could see his face. “Headache, boss. I’m fine.”
“Liar. You take anything?”
“That shit you gave me the other day.”
The Vicodin. “Did it help?”
“Made me puke.”
“And the pain?”
“Nah. Leave it, I’m all right.”
I didn’t believe him. Those pills were dynamite. They’d put me on my arse for days when I’d been with Alexei. And pain? Man, I’d forgotten it existed when I’d been high as a fucking kite. Rubi smoked more weed than me, but it still worried me that the nuclear pills hadn’t eased his discomfort at all.
Orla was right. He needed help. But how? If we left the compound, we’d ride into trouble before we got down the road, especially now it was starting to get dark again.
My fingers twitched, the urge to call Alexei so strong it almost choked me, but that made no fucking sense. He wasn’t a doctor. Just a bloke who’d happened to have some American opiates lying around.Call Skylar.
But I didn’t do that either. If there was a problem in Rubi’s brain, there was nothing he could do without a hospital behind him.
“Okay.” I made a decision and found Nash’s gaze. “He needs a doctor. Get me a van so I can take him to A&E.”
