“She told me you were the one who sounded the alarm that I was missing.” I turn back to Macallan.
When we arrived at the hospital, Char didn’t leave my side, but it wasn’t until after they were done closing the wounds on my face that she filled me in on everything that happened while I wasunconscious.
“It’s not like you not to be somewhere you say you’re going to be.”
“You did the right thing calling her.”
“It would appear that I did.” He nods. “What do you remember?”
“Not much. I went for a run. Came back to my dorm, showered. Next thing I know, I’m waking up on a roof with a knife to my throat.”
“Lana put something in your water. I’m assuming she did it while you were on your run. I still don’t know how she got you up on that rooftop.”
“I wish I knew. It’s eerie knowing that something happened but not being able to remember it.”
“I still can’t believe she went so far.”
“Neither can I,” I admit. “But she’s finally dug herself into a hole she can’t get out of. There’s no way she won’t spend a significant amount of time in jail for this. And hopefully she can get some help while she’s incarcerated. Either way, she’s not our problem anymore. You’re free.”
“Have you spoken to the police then?”
“I did. Shortly after I arrived at the hospital. They arrested Lana on the roof after you lost consciousness. Char held her down until they arrived. If I weren’t so worried about you, I might have found it humorous to see her sitting on top of Lana the way she did.”
“I’m starting to have a whole new appreciation for Charlotte O’Malley.” He grins.
“She is a rare breed, that one. They don’t make many like her.”
“Seems you two have that in common.” He drops his head back onto the pillow, exhaustion showing through on his expression.
“You should get some rest,” I tell him.
“Will you be here when I wake?”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise, taking his hand in mine.
Wrapping my fingers around his, I look down at our joined hands, the contrast of our skin tones so different and yet perfect just the same.
“Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake,” I reassure him, rubbing my thumb over the back of his hand as his eyes flutter closed.
I don’t dare move a muscle until his breathing evens, his face relaxing as sleep takes him back under. Only then do I exit the room, figuring it’s best I go find my brother before he finds me.
“Would you stop it?” I bat at Macallan’s hand when it slips beneath my shirt, teasing my breast. “Doctor said no strenuous activity for at least a week. It’s been five days.”
“It’s not my fault that you’re so irresistible.”
I feel his smile against my skin as he buries his face into my neck.
“Flattery will get you nowhere.” I grab his wrist and pull his arm out of my shirt, earning me a pitiful-looking pout as he juts out his bottom lip.
“Do you understand how torturous it is to lie next to you and not be able to touch you?”
“You just need something to distract you, is all.” I climb out of bed, ignoring his protests as I grab my bag off the floor. Pulling out my psych folder, I plop back down next to him.
“Please tell me you’re not about to force me to do schoolwork.”
“Just because your professors have given you an extension does not mean you still don’t have to do the work. And as it is, I was not given the same courtesy and do have work that needs finishing, including our psych project, which is due this week.” Tucking my legs, I open the folder in my lap, flipping through the contents before pulling out the paper I’m looking for.
“Take pity on me. I’m injured.”
