and then slid away.
“Nee—dle—” she whispered, her lashes fluttering.
Nash’s gaze dropped, catching the empty syringe on the floor.
When he looked back, Cassie’s mouth was open, her breathing off—fast and uneven, like she couldn’t get enough air.
Cursing, he hauled her up and pushed out of the shed, his shoulder clipping the doorframe hard as he stumbled into the yard.
“Sarge!”he shouted, the sound tearing out of his chest.“Boone—now!”
Boots hit dirt from every direction, voices overlapping, but Nash barely registered any of it—just Sarge breaking ahead of the rest, coming straight for him.
“Narcan,” he said, grabbing Sarge by the front of his cut.“The shit we had for Con—”
Sarge was already digging inside his vest, producing several small nasal sprays.Pushing Cassie’s head back, he pressed one into her nostril, thumb driving the plunger in with a soft click.
Nash dropped to the ground with Cassie still in his arms, Sarge following them down, both of them watching as her chest moved, but barely.There was no real breath behind it—just the same shallow rise and fall, her head tipping heavier against Nash’s arm, her lips starting to blue.
“It’s not fucking working,” he said, voice breaking as he grabbed for the second spray, jamming it into her other nostril and slamming the plunger down.
He let it fall away when it was done, his palm going back to her face, keeping her turned toward him, holding her there as though that alone might keep her from slipping any further.
“Cassie, baby,” he rasped, so low he barely heard it.“Don’t you fuckin’ leave me again.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Cassiewasscreaming,cursing,barely coherent.
One second she’d been limp in Nash’s arms.The next she was fighting hard enough that he had to lock his grip and haul her back against him before she pitched off the couch—a piece-of-shit sofa shoved crooked between the worktables.
“Easy—easy, Cas—” he said, but there was nothing easy about it.
Her palms shoved weakly at his chest, her breath coming fast and ragged as she fought him blindly.She was in the middle of active withdrawal—confused and panicking as the Narcan dragged her back.
“Cassie,” he said harder.“Look at me.”
She didn’t.Her eyes were open, but they weren’t there—wide and unfocused, catching on everything and nothing at once.
“Don’t—” she choked out.“Don’t fucking touch me—”
“She’s coming out of it,” Sarge said from somewhere behind him.“Don’t know what she’s sayin’ right now—you remember Con.Gotta ride it out…
“If she drops again, we hit her again.”
With Cassie still thrashing in his arms, Nash spared Sarge a glance.The man barely looked rattled despite the shitshow around them, arms crossed over his chest like half the club wasn’t bleeding all over the goddamn cabin.
“How they doin’?”Nash asked, his gaze cutting around the room.
It landed on Boone, slumped in a chair, a cigarette hanging from his mouth—the same chair Cassie had been cuffed to—blood soaking through the makeshift wrap at his thigh.
“Missed the important shit,” Sarge said.“He’ll live.”
“Here, here,” Boone muttered.
Then to where Snake leaned against the counter, spitting curses while Rook tried to stop the bleeding on the through-and-through in his bicep.
“I’m great,” Snake snarled.“Peachy-fuckin’-keen—OW.Jesus fuck, Rook—watch what you’re fuckin’ doin’—”
