Forest.
Sleeping bag.
Memories pop into my head like snapshots.
I went into the forest to camp.
I remember the midnight sky, the stars. A sigh escapes as I remember lying there feeling like shit. Of course I remember that part too.
Breath on my face.
My pulse races.
Smells like blood.
“Morgan? Do you remember who did this to you?”
Wolves.No, men.
Oh god. I shake my head. That can’t be... no. He said I had a concussion, right? Must’ve hit my head pretty fucking hard, because there’s no way I’m remembering that right.
But there are rumours . . .
And who the fuck would believe me? Not the members of the same MC that laughed in my face, that’s for sure. Yeah, no way am I giving them more entertainment.
“Nope.” I meet Lynx’s eyes again and lie to his face. “That’s all I remember.”
He stares at me for long enough that it gets awkward. I know he doesn’t believe me, can tell by his eyes. But tough shit, I’ve got nothing else to say to him.
Unfortunately for me, I can’t escape because I’m stuck in this bed. Which reminds me. “Why didn’t you take me to a hospital.” I direct my question to Corey, the more reasonable of the two of them. And maybe because I feel like being petty.
He glances at Lynx, and yeah, that’s not suspicious at all. Unease settles in the pit of my stomach. Ash’s words coming back to me.They’re criminals, Morgan. Who the fuck knows how they make their money.
“You were attacked. We couldn’t risk taking you to the hospital and have the police getting involved.” He gives me a pointed look, and even though I know I should, I can’t keep my stupid mouth shut.
“So you thought you’d risk me dying instead.” I was almost dead when they found me, that’s what Corey said. Maybe they were hoping nature would take its course? “Why didn’t you just leave me in the forest?” It’s not what I was going to ask, but the minute the words are out there, I know it crossed their minds. I can see it in Lynx’s eyes.
He shrugs. “Thought about it.”
Oh wow, not even bothering to deny it. Unease rears its head again.
“You were too near our territory, same risk if your body was found.”
I stare at him, too stunned to speak. If mybodywas found? I don’t think I’ve ever felt so inconsequential. He’s standing there talking about me dying like he’s discussing the fucking weather.
He doesn’t give a shit that I almost lost mylife.
I feel sick.
Bile rapidly rises up my throat, and it’s nothing to do with my concussion this time. I haven’t a hope of stopping it either, but Corey’s there with a bowl as I turn to the side and heave.
I expect Harper to fuck off at the sight of me being sick, but he’s still there when I lie back with a groan.
Wonderful.
Corey lets me have a small sip of water and then backs off.
“Are you at least a doctor?” I close my eyes. I feel drained suddenly, tired down to my bones. I want to go to sleep and pretend none of this is happening. That it’s all some weird fever dream and I’ll wake up in Ash’s spare pullout bed on the floor.
