We turn around and see her lying down on the bed. She pulls her top up to her breasts. She has a deep cut on her side, and the blood is trickling down her skin and onto the bedsheets.
“Shut the door and stand guard on the other side,” I quietly order Silas. “If they get the scent, it’s a fucking headache I don’t want to deal with.”
Silas claps his hand on my shoulder and nods, leaving. He shuts and locks the door behind him.
Talon kneels beside the bed and opens his bag. He doesn’t say anything. He is a man of few words to those he knows, and a man of none when he doesn’tknow the person. He gets to work, causing her to scrunch her face up in pain.
“What’s your name?” I ask, trying to distract her from the pain.
“Evelynn,” she hisses, her eyes squeezed shut.
A loud thud sounds at the door, making her jump. Her eyes spring open. “What was that?” she asks.
“Nothing,” I dismiss as another loud thud echoes around the room. “How much longer?” I ask Talon.
“Ten more minutes max,” he answers.
“Tell me why you were at Crawley’s warehouse,” I demand.
She narrows her eyes. “I already told you,” she grits back.
“Who owns you?” I ask her.
She breathes through the pain, and I watch as Talon stitches her up.
“No one,” she whimpers as Talon continues to thread the needle through her milky flesh. I watch, mesmerized, as he moves the needle delicately, sealing the wound shut.
“Done,” Talon states, standing and bagging up his tools. He walks over to the small fire burner in the room and lights it.
“There’s a frickin’ stove in here, too?” Evelynn gasps, stunned.
“Did you think we would put you in a room with no source of heating?” I ask, arching my brow at her.
“Well, you threw me in the back of the van. Why would I think you provide comforts like heat?” she says as she slowly sits herself up.
Talon chucks the cloths he used into the fire.
I walk over to her and hold out a hand to help her up. She stares at my hand, ignoring my offer. Stubbornly, she gets to her feet herself.
I bend down and rip the part of her sheet off that is soaked in her blood, her sweet, tempting smell calling to me like a siren. I quickly chuck it in the fire, burning it before I or any of the others get tempted by the intoxicating scent.
Talon walks to the door and knocks once. Silas opens the door.
“All good?” I ask.
“Just Diesel. Clutch and Shade helped get him under control, although I thought Clutch might struggle for a moment. She’s pungent. Different,” he points out.
I nod. “She is.” Looking over at her, I see her standing there, pushing her shoulders back, lifting her chin defiantly, watching us.
“You hungry?” I ask.
“It’s the middle of the night,”she retorts.
I shrug. “So, no?” Like fuck if I know when she eats.
“No, I am tired. But if I could trouble you for some water, that would be great,” she asks with a forced smile.
“Sure. I’ll get you some water.”
