My heart was pounding in my chest.
Had he come here to find me? Did he know something about the guys?
“Are they okay, Senator Adams?” I asked as soon as we were out of earshot of the agents behind us.
“Please call me Willis, sweetie, especially considering we’re family now,” the senator said, his blue eyes twinkling as he glanced over at me.
I practically melted with relief against him. He knew everything and I finally had an ally on my side that I could talk to.
“Willis,” I said, testing the name out. “Please tell me they’re all right.”
“Well, that’s a bit complicated, sweetheart. They miss you and want you to be together as soon as possible. Your grandfather is helping them a bit with hospital things…”
“Hospital things?” I asked abruptly with a frown. “Why would they need hospital things?”
The man’s expression turned sad and the bond mark on my collar bone started to ache.
Fifteen minutes later and I was bursting into the middle of my mother’s meeting with her cabinet secretaries.
“Lennon what on earth—?” my mother began, her face shocked.
“You need to let me go to them. Right now.”
My mother’s expression turned angry. “No, I already told you that you have to wait until after the election.”
I picked up a vase and chucked it, watching as it shattered satisfyingly against the wall.
“Heavens!” I heard one of the cabinet secretaries mutter as they lowered their heads in case a projectile came flying at them next.
“I don’t care if I have to come back here afterward, but I am leaving this damned White House today and I am going to thehospital and you can’t stop me,” I told her, grabbing another glass object.
Everyone in the room flinched.
“Lennon—” my mother held her hands up but I flung the picture frame like a frisbee.
Then I shrugged my way out of my coat, not caring who the hell knew about my bonds anymore as I tugged my shirt down to show her.
The people in the room ogled the bite mark on my collar bone.
“I am going to the hospital right now, Mom, and I don’t give a rat’s ass what you have to say about it.”
Chapter Thirty Three
“He’s not getting any better,” Brooks said as we sat around Dallas’s hospital bed. “Even with the doctor’s interference it just looks like he’s wasting away.”
Ever since his admittance to the hospital four days ago, Dallas hadn’t woken up once.
He was still breathing on his own, for now, but judging by the look on the doctors faces an hour ago when they had come to check in on him I was pretty sure the ventilator wasn’t that far off.
It was all bullshit. This entire situation shouldn’t have happened in the first place. We should have all been with Lennon as she finished out the campaign with her mother and then figured out what we wanted to do from there, but here we were stuck in a hospital room watching our pack mate waste away from a rare sickness.
All because Athena Holloway didn’t want to give her daughter up. I’d seen it on her face that day. The panic at the thought of loneliness and the idea of not being the most important person in the world to Lennon.
Which, on one hand, I understood.
Being loved by someone like Lennon was like being loved by the sun. Who would want to share that kind of warmth with others?
And Athena had been lucky so far that Lennon had shown very little interest in romance or packs before meeting us.
