I reacted.
I threw Kimber to the asphalt.
As something hot and burning slammed into my back.
And then again.
Pain.
Blackness.
‘Life is ironic. It takes depression to know happiness. It takes stress to calm. It takes absence to value presence.’
– Life Lesson.
Chapter 19
Nuke
“You won’t stop till you save him,” I growled at the doctor.
The doctor swallowed.
We knew that Grey had protected Kimber.
And we were pretty sure that the blood that covered her body was Grey’s, but it was better to be safe than sorry.
Especially when she was carrying a member of the second generation of SOMC.
And if Grey found out that I hadn’t pushed for his woman to be looked at and checked over... that was I fight I was glad wouldn’t be taking place.
Kettle
I batted at the nurse who tried to touch me.
Soraya stepped forward, took the kit out of her hand, and started to patch me up.
I had been grazed by two bullets.
Scratches.
But fuck me... the feel of Soraya’s hands on my skin... the only touch I’d been able to handle ever since I was small enough to know that with touch came pain.
Grimm
I stood there with my arms crossed over my chest as I waited.
Waited to end whoever failed to save him and make sure she was okay.
Ophelia
She’s perfect for our Grey. God, please, let her be okay.
Nola
I adored Grey, and I adored Kimber.
Too much has been taken from me.
