I have a feeling the guy pretending to be Cormac’s doctor didn’t simply borrow the coat and badge, but I can’t afford to go searching for a bloodied corpse, not when it’s clear that Cormac is in more danger than we originally thought.
“You look like hell.”
It takes me a second to register the fact that someone is speaking to me, and even longer to realize that that someone is Cormac.
“Christ.” I place a hand on my chest as I look up from my phone to find my brother staring at me.
I stare at him. Either I’m hallucinating from the severe lack of sleep, or my brother is really awake.
“Cat got your tongue?” he croaks.
“You’re awake.”
Cormac grimaces as he attempts to clear his throat.
I jump to my feet and pour him a glass of water from the jug situated on his bedside table.
“Here.” I hold the cup up to his lips.
He manages to lift his head to take a few sips before collapsing back against the pillows, clearly exhausted from the effort.
“How are you feeling?”
He groans, screwing his eyes shut. “Like someone hit me over the head with a baseball bat.”
“It’s likely someone did.” I perch on the edge of the bed. “Do you…” I trail off, realizing I probably shouldn’t grill Cormac the second he wakes up from a coma.
“Remember what happened?” he finishes for me anyway.
“Yeah.”
“Not much. How long was I out?”
“A few days. Your injuries were pretty severe. It was just a precaution to give your body time to heal.”
“Doesn’t feel very healed.” He groans.
I swallow a laugh. “I should probably call a doctor.”
I reach for the call button, but Cormac manages to place a hand on my arm.
“What is it?”
“I just… I need to know.”
I really should call a doctor to check him over, but I know the second I do, it will be a while before I have a chance to talk to my brother in private again, and there are some things we really need to discuss.
“There’s a good chance that Lorcan orchestrated the attack on you.”
Cormac lifts his gaze to the ceiling as I let the words settle. Even in his weakened state, I can see that familiar determination in his eyes.
Cormac nods. “He’ll slip up, eventually. You’ll see.”
“I hope you’re right.”
“Everyone makes mistakes.” He clears his throat. “We just have to be ready when he does.”
I nod, a mix of admiration and guilt flooding me as I look at Cormac.
