“Yes, I’m a doctor.”
It takes me too long to remember I asked a question. “Thank fuck for that.” The words are a little slurred. I want to ask something else, at least I think I do, but rememberingwhatis way too much effort.
Everything’s too much effort.
“Wake him up, I’m not done.”
“He needs to rest.”
The conversation sounds faint, distant, but I’m with it enough to know they’re talking about me. And that Lynx Harper is an arsehole. I wave a hand in what I think is his direction. “Don’t care if you’re hot,” I jab my finger in the air. “Still a cunt.”Choked off laughter is the last thing I hear before I sink into glorious blackness.
“Stop glaring like that,you’ll terrify the poor fucker.”
I don’t recognise the voice that rouses me from sleep, and the words only register as I’m opening my eyes.
Jesus Christ.
I’m met with the cold, hard stare of who Ithinkis Pierce Blackwell. He’s been in the shop where Ash and I work a couple of times, and his isn’t a face you forget. At first glance he’s tall, dark and handsome in that bad-boy way, but those eyes...man. They’re green like a cat’s, but there’s something in that stare of his that chills you to the fucking bone.
And yep, being his sole focusisterrifying.
“Jet,” the other guy hisses, and I turn my head to find Flint Harrison sat at the other side of my bed.
Wow, I’m getting all the inner circle visiting me today. Pretty sure that’s not a good thing and I’m starting to wish I was still asleep.
Flint lifts something he’s holding and waves it in front of my face.
My phone.
I go to take it, but he lifts it out of reach. “Can I have it?”
He grimaces. “Here’s the thing, Morgan.” He taps the screen and turns it so I can see. There’s a ton of missed calls and texts from Ash.
Oh shit.
He’s gonna kill me. I reach for it again, scowling. “I need to let him know I’m okay.”
“In a sec.” Flint sets it in his lap and I grit my teeth in frustration. “First we need to go over what you’re going to say.”
“What?”
Jet scoffs like I’m the stupidest person to ever live. I turn to give him a piece of my mind, but the words die on my tongue when I’m met with that glare again.
Nope.
Still terrifying.
“He knows you’re here, and he’s threatening to come to the compound if you don’t tell him you’re okay,” Flint says, and I turn to face him again. “Which isn’t ideal.” He gestures down the length of my body under the sheets. “We sent him a brief text, from you, saying you were okay, but apparently that’s not enough. So, we need you to call him and tell him that you’re fine.”
I sigh and rub my temple, the slow throb of a headache making itself known. “He’ll want to know why I’m still here if I tell him you said no to me joining.”
“Then lie.” Flint shrugs, like the answer’s obvious.
“I’m not lying to my best friend.” It’s our one and only rule. No lies. Ever. And I’m sure as fuck not starting now. “And you’ve got to let me leave at some point. When Ash sees the state I’m in, he’s going to think you did it and want to go to the police.”
Flint opens his mouth, but it’s Jet who speaks.
“We think it was some of the Feral Beasts who attacked you.”
