“How about you let us worry about her, and you focus on the healing part of this journey,” Priest offers. “Things are a bit more complicated than we first realized when it comes to her.”
“If you say so,” I mutter, feeling exponentially more exhausted than the day I left home. Closing my eyes, I hope they’ll go away, or sleep will find me. Neither happens.
“I know you’re not sleeping,” Priest murmurs close to my ear, his warm breath heating my cooled skin. “You’re coming home with us. We’ll handle Trista and the other girls.”
Growling my frustration, my eyes remain closed. “I’m building my own life here. I don’t need to be babysat.”
Fingers pinch my skin, and I’m unable to pull away. “Open your fucking eyes, hellcat.” Viking sounds annoyed now. I have that effect on people sometimes.
“What?” He raises his scarred eyebrow at the snap in my tone.
“You’re the one who came to the clubhouse for help.” I don’t need the reminder of that mistake. “We’re offering it now. Accept it.” His growl is meant to threaten, but somehow it doesn’t scare me.
“No.”
Why am I being so stubborn? The idea of going back to the motel or Euphoria is dreadful. And now that Connor has invaded those spaces, I’d rather crawl into a deep, dark hole and die.
Chapter 7
Priest
She’s feisty; you wouldn’t think it by looking at her, because she’s a little sprite of a thing, but Logan has a quiet fire inside of her that has been waiting to be stoked. Viking seems to be the one coaxing the flames into an inferno as she glares at him.
They’re in a standoff in the middle of the clubhouse as Vik attempts to get her up to our room to rest. She’s still swaying on her feet, hurt, and pumped full of drugs. I could get involved, side with Viking, because I damn well agree with him, but watching their silent battle is amusing as hell.
“He’s about to toss her over his shoulder and take those stairs. I suggest you stop that from happening, so she doesn’t get hurt.” Finleigh laughs next to me. She’s every bit as amused, because Viking is a hard shell of a man. Fin has been dying to see the guy fall for a woman.
“This is quite a bit more fun for me, though. I think she might win.” Logan’s spine straightens as Viking takes a step forward. Our eyes glance off each other, and I can see shit’s about to hit the fan. “Fine, I got this.”
Sauntering forward, I gently wrap my arms around Logan’s waist, and she sinks into me, as if she were just waiting for me to come and lend her strength.
“Sprite, you’re stressing him out.” Her elbow digs into my ribs. “Sorry, girl, I’m on his side. I’m just here to prevent him from treating you like a sack of potatoes and sending you right back to the hospital with broken ribs; you’re all tender now.”
“I’m fine,” she grits out, but I hear the exhaustion, the agony she must be feeling.
“Fine, my ass,” Viking growls.
“She does have one of those.” Miami howls when we both spear him with a murderous glare before Free shoves him out the back door so we don’t kill him.
“Please don’t make me.”
I stare down at the defeated woman in my arms, her eyes glued to Viking, and I’m glad as fuck she doesn’t try to play us against each other.
Vik steps forward again, cupping her face in both of his big paws and forcing her to look up at him. “Tell me why.” His demand is softer this time.
He swipes the tears as they slowly drip down Logan’s cheeks, and we watch her chin wobble as she finds her words. “I’m afraid to be alone,” she confesses, and her shoulders sag in defeat. “That he’ll find me again.”
“Never,” Viking growls before dipping and claiming a heated kiss that makes me green with envy, wanting a taste of her too. “Give Priest some sugar, too, hellcat.” His fingers tighten on her jaw as he turns her head towards me.
Logan offers herself without hesitation. Sweetly licking her kiss-stained lips, she opens for me as Viking’s hand moves down to pet her throat. She moans into my mouth, pushing upwards for more. Sweeping my tongue across hers, I poke and taste every inch of her until we need to pull up for air.
“Whoa,” she mutters, inhaling a sharp breath before gradually releasing it. “Didn’t see that coming.”
Viking swipes a finger along her lower lip, capturing her attention. “You won’t see a lot of things coming, hellcat, but you can count on us always having your back.” His previous commanding tone has returned, and I can see she’s getting emotional again, but eventually nods her agreement.
“Now will you go rest?”
Her fear still lurks beneath the surface, but it’s not as present. Whoever this fucker is that attacked Logan has gotten deep into her head, and I fucking hate it.
