I brush his hair from his forehead, noting the flecks of blood dotting his handsome face. “My killer.”
He laughs softly. “Everything sounds sexier in French.”
“Yes, that’s true. Are you thirsty? Can I get you anything?”
“Just stay. Don’t leave.”
“I won’t.”
I climb into bed next to him, glancing at his brothers gatheredaround the bed. Wraith says something softly to the group and they all nod.
“Give me your cell phone number,” he says to me. “I’m adding you to the group chat so you can reach any of us at any time. Don’t hesitate.”
I nod, biting my bottom lip. “Okay.”
“We’ll all be here,” Nimble says. “If you need a break, just let us know. We can sit with him too.”
“I won’t need a break, but thank you.”
Thankfully, I have the next two days off too, and no intention of leaving this man’s side until I’m sure he’s out of the woods.
The guys filter out of the room. Shadow’s the last to go, his concerned eyes trained on Specter before he turns that intense gaze to me. I nod to acknowledge his unspoken words.
He’s safe with me.
Once we’re alone, I brush my fingers across Specter’s cheek. His eyes open slightly, then a bit wider when he sees me.
“Angel,” he whispers.
“Hardly.”
“Hérisson,” he mumbles.
“Yes, that’s better. Are you in pain?”
He shakes his head. “No. I’m floating.”
I smile. “That’s good.”
“Sorry I worried you.”
“It’s okay. Hazard of the job, I suppose.”
“Never happened before. None of us.”
That news calms my nerves a bit. He’s not out there getting shot at constantly.
“Something went down tonight. It was planned.”
“Are you sure?”
He nods, swallowing hard.
“You probably shouldn’t talk anymore. Just rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.”
“I’m supposed to take care of you.”
“And you do. So well. Now it’s my turn.”
