Maggie lay on her side in the living room, blood in her hair and shattered glass surrounding her.
No.
He sprinted over to her and dropped to her side to touch her neck.
Strong beats pulsed against his finger.Thank God!He scanned her body, looking for other injuries. As far as he could see, it was only her head.
He didn’t bother waiting for an ambulance, he scooped her up and raced to his truck.
26
Ethan paced the small hospital room, Maggie still in the bed less than a foot away. The helplessness drowned him. Made him want to hit something,anything, to feel something other than this pit in his gut.
Someone had hit Maggie over the head with a vase. Then they heard him knock and ran out the back. That had to have been the retreating footsteps.
Who? And why? Was it the same person commenting on her socials and breaking into her homes and taking things?
He wanted some damn answers, and he wanted themnow.
His gaze returned to Maggie for what had to be the hundredth time. She was so still. Too still. And the bandage on her head was a stark white, making her skin look pale.
He closed the small distance between them and lowered into the chair beside the bed. Gently, he took her hand and set his forehead against her palm. “Come on, Maggie. Open your eyes for me. I need to see those beautiful browns.”
The door flew open, and Polly gasped when she laid eyes on Maggie. Then she raced across the room and dropped into the seat on the other side of the bed.
“Oh my God.” She looked up at him, tears in her eyes. “How is she?”
He’d called Polly once he’d reached Maggie’s room, knowing her best friend would want her to be here. “A concussion. Just waiting for her to wake up now.”
A tear slid down Polly’s cheek, and she scrubbed it away. “You weren’t with her?”
“No.” A vein throbbed in his temple. “She saw Jay kiss me at the bar and ran. I went after her and found her on the floor in your living room.”
Polly’s jaw dropped. “Jay kissed you?”
“Yeah.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah, shit. I pushed her away, but Maggie didn’t stick around for that part.”
Polly shook her head. “Maggie’s never seen it.”
“Seen what?”
“That she’d be someone’s first choice.” Anger cut across Polly’s face. “I’ll never forgive Lilith for that.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Connor stuck his head in. “Hey. You got a sec?”
Polly swiped another tear from her cheek. “Go. I’ll stay with her.”
Ethan pressed one long kiss to the back of Maggie’s hand before rising and stepping into the hall. All four guys were there waiting.
“Did you beat Ward to the house?” Ethan asked, the second the door closed behind him.
Ryan shoved his hands into his pockets. “Barely.”
“No signs of forced entry,” Zac said.
