As I shift my weight, Bellamy and Winter glance at the knife in my side, their equally mismatched eyes wide, and I shake my head slightly. I’ll deal with it all soon. From Bellamy’s eye color to the trauma we’ve all gone through. I know from experience that it doesn’t just disappear.
The blood slides slowly down my skin since the blade was so slim and it’s pushed deep into my side.
As soon the knife is pulled out, I’ll bleed like a stuck pig.
“Sir,” Greig says, walking quickly over to us. “Oh shit.”
His eyes drop to the ground, and he pulls his shirt off quickly.
“Do you mind if I give this to Cassidy, sir? I’ll do whatever is needed. I just don’t want you to shoot me,” he mutters.
Ansel sighs as he puts his bag at his feet and pulls off his jacket before bundling Winter into it. The jacket is huge due to his height, but once it’s zipped, she’s fully covered.
I can see there’s something wrong with Ansel from the deepness of his voice to the twitchiness in his body. The reason I didn’t immediately recognize him when he yelled my name out was because of how different he sounded.
I’m not worried about clothes right now anyway. I’ve been naked for days, it hardly bothers me now.
Especially not with a knife wound. I have bigger fish to fry at the moment.
“I’m fine, but thank you,” I tell Greig, watching as he nods and puts his shirt back on. Ansel is definitely capable of snapping his neck if my scent were to change due to wearinghis shirt. “Please remove the woman my omega is holding. She’s responsible for taking us. Don’t kill her. I have plans for her.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Greig says, doing his best to keep his eyes anywhere but on Bellamy and I before hauling Clara away.
Ansel yanks his shirt off next, and I hand it to Bellamy.
“Cass.”
“Nope. Put it on, Bellamy,” I sigh, feeling myself burning through the adrenaline in my body.
“Fuck. I’ll need help getting you all out anyway,” Ansel says, turning to look for someone. “Abbott! Get your ass over here.”
Abbott’s footsteps thunder down the steps of the stage, and I realize he was looking for me.
“Hey,” he rasps, rubbing his cheek with his free hand. His other one is holding a firearm that he quickly puts away. There’s deep lines in his face that weren’t there before and he pulls off his jacket so I can put it on.
It hits at the top of my thighs as I zip it up, but it’s better than before.
“You can play hero by getting us out of here, baby,” I say, feeling better now that the knife wound is covered.
“Cassidy,” Winter hisses at me.
“It’ll keep,” I tell her.
“What’s going on?” Abbot asks, looking around at us.
He moves closer to hug me, but I raise my hand to stop him. I don’t want to break yet, and there’s things that I need to say before I pass out.
My nerves feel raw, my body exhausted, and I can’t accept comfort yet. Bellamy wraps his arms around Winter tightly, and Ansel gives them both a hug together.
I just…can’t do it yet.
“Nothing much,” I lie. “Someone needs to tell Shiloh to watch out for an omega with black hair. She broke our bonds.”
“You’re lying about something, but I can’t tell what,” Abbott grumbles, his nostrils flaring as he scents the air. “Who’s bleeding? I really need to hug you all, but not if I’m going to hurt you.”
“I’m pretty sure we’re all bleeding somewhere,” I shrug.
I noticed earlier that Bellamy’s wounds had been plugged with some kind of spackle to keep him from bleeding everywhere. Can’t ruin the aesthetic of the prize omega, after all.
