“What the bloody hell?” she yelled. “Who turned on the sun?”
“Sensitivity to light is a concussion symptom.”
Boston was yammering on. Of course the sun hurt her eyes. She’d been banged on the head. Her brain felt like it had been battered. He really needed to shut his mouth.
“Can we close the blinds or turn off the lights? I’ll keep my eyes opened for Mix if you do that.”
She barely heard the click of the switch, but she sensed that it was darker. Still, she took her time squinting before opening her eyes.
“Sam,” Ian said. She turned her head much more slowly this time. “Who did this to you?”
Her first thought was fear. It shot through her, pushing her adrenaline back out of control, but she gulped down air. She needed to remember what happened. It was the only way she was going to figure out how they’d found her. She must have done something to tip off the asshole after her.
“Not sure. He was hired by someone. He mentioned a boss. Was he at the house?”
“What house? We found you off the walking trail.”
His eyes were narrowed, not in anger, but in worry. For her? Weird. Her stomach did that somersault thing again. She wasn’t used that. It had been over a decade since she’d had anyone show concern for her. Her grandmother cared, but it went against her nature to show feelings. Lila understood why her grandmother was like that. Emotions got in the way and made it hard to deal with the life. At least her life.
“It’s at the start of the trail. Little house. Asshole came in and tried to kill me. He might have stabbed me, but I kicked his ass. I bashed his head with a lamp. Then he didn’t get back up. Do I have to stay awake forever?”
“No,” Boston said. “I just wanted to talk to you. We’ll have to wake you up every now and then.”
“Thank the sweet Baby Jesus.” Then she realized she wasn’t wearing the same clothes as earlier. “Where are my clothes?”
“They had blood all over them.”
She looked down at the shirt. It was old, soft, and smelled of sandalwood.
“Wait, who undressed me?”
There was a beat of silence. “Ian undressed you.”
Great. Just what she needed was a man who was a walking sex dream see her all bloody, underweight, and naked.
“That wasn’t cool, Mix.”
He rolled his eyes. “The clothes were bloody, although I remember your shorts from earlier in the day.”
She opened her mouth to explain that she wasn’t really following him, but he shook his head.
“Let it go. You need to rest. Jenner had to clean your wound and give you a few stitches from the knife wound.”
“I can’t believe I slept through that.”
“You didn’t. You called Jenner a bunch of names when he gave you a local to ease your pain.”
“We need to keep an eye on the wound and make sure she doesn’t get an infection,” Boston said.
“She is right here and can take care of a wound. It isn’t my first one.”
That caught Ian’s attention, those electric blue eyes zeroing in on her. Every thought she had in her head seemed to dissolve when he looked at her. How did he do that? It was probably some stupid spy shit he’d learned. Like…he was a Jedi or something.
Jeez, her ADHD was off the charts today.
“We’ll deal with all of that later. You need some rest.”
She sighed, letting her body relax. Truth was she needed to get out of there, because it wasn’t safe for anyone to be near her. She brought bad things to the people she cared about, but for the time being, she was going to rest. Once she was recharged, she would get out of there.
