“Was the hotel disturbed?” I asked, nodding towards the closest one.
“No. I shut the alarm off quick enough.”
“Lucky. We don’t need people packing up and leaving already. Talk about fucking us over.”
“True,” Inglorious mused. “Go on, Veep. We’ll talk in the morning.”
I nodded and carried Amy upstairs; she was my priority right now.
Amy
I slept heavy, which surprised me, but woke early because of the pain in my arm. Last night I’d seen that the inside of my left arm held an eight-inch slash. Doc had stitched it neatly, but I was horrified to see how long it was. It was certainly going to leave a scar. Last night I’d kinda taken it in but not absorbed it. Now, I was—actually, I didn’t know what I was feeling. There was shock still, some horror, fear, upset that I’d been scarred.
Vortex had taken care of me carefully and handed me a tablet. I bet it had been a sleeping pill. Even so, I’d only slept four hours. It was eight a.m now.
Tiredly, I rose, hit the shower, and used a bag to keep the bandages dry. There were some tablets I recognised, for pain relief and antibiotics, waiting on the bedside table. I’d missed them when I got up and quickly swallowed them now. Unable to move my arm much because it sent shooting pain through me, I dragged on a tee with jeans and a hoodie.
When I arrived downstairs, I saw the broken window had been boarded up. The doors were open, but everything from last night had been cleaned. There was a guard outside keeping people away. Meadow was in the kitchen cooking, and her three children were already sitting down at a table with plates in front of them.
Cassian waved as Poet smiled shyly.
“Morning,” I said as Zion shoved a huge bite of bacon into his mouth. He offered a grunt. “Wow, I’m guessing breakfast is good.”
“Mommy makes yummy food,” Poet whispered.
“That she does,” I responded with a smile at Meadow.
“What happened to the window and your arm?” Cassian muttered, his keen gaze taking everything in.
“I decided to try out as a stunt woman, but I cut myself, so it’s a bad idea,” I replied seriously.
Cassian’s eyes bugged out. “Really?”
I nodded. “Yeah, and Vortex cried like a little girl because I got hurt.”
“Hey, I did what?” Vortex asked, amused from behind us.
I turned and smiled. “You heard.”
Vortex eyes promised payback; that was fine; I could handle him.
Chapter Fifteen.
Vortex
It was a relief to witness Amy smiling as she sat with Meadow’s kids. Even more so when she began making jokes so she didn’t scare them. She looked rested, although her eyes showed pain.
“Doc wants to see you to change the dressing later,” I murmured as I bent and kissed her. Poet made an aww noise, and Zion gagged.
“Did Amy honestly try to be a stunt woman?” Zion demanded.
“Miss Wright to you,” Meadow said, approaching and placing two steaming mugs in front of Amy and me.
“Amy is fine, Meadow, I gave permission. Breakfast looks and smells wonderful. I think I’m going to have some pancakes,” she decided.
No sooner had the words left her mouth than I was on my feet and making her a plateful. “Fruit?” I called.
“Cream and that lavender honey, please,” Amy replied.
