Page 55 of Saving Wyatt

“Wyatt! Good morning,” Azrael said.

I nodded at my old teammate and reached for young Noah who grabbed my finger with his whole hand and shook it, laughing aloud.

“Typical,” Azrael scoffed. “You get a baby in your arms and everyone ignores you.”

I side-eyed him with my best frown, and Azrael chuckled.

“Come on in,” he said and took a step to the side to make space for me to pass through, and the little furball at his feet realized I was trying to intrude on his space and promptly snatched my pant leg and tugged at it.

“Clover, cut it out!” Azrael scolded the dog, and it was as if he remembered Azrael was around and started running in circles around him. “Sorry about that.”

“Forget it.” I chuckled and took another step in. “Are they awake?”

I glanced at the ceiling, and Azrael shut the door, nodding.

“Want a coffee?” he asked, and before I went upstairs, I followed him into the kitchen and grabbed a cup.

Five minutes later, I was standing behind a door on the second floor, my knuckles an inch away from the wooden surface. I hesitated.

I was probably the last person they wanted to see. Who could blame them? They’d been rendered homeless twice because of me. I just hoped that asshole wouldn’t go three for three and burn down the Sanctuary.

I gulped in a big breath and rapped on the door before a faint voice came through from the other side, and I let myself in.

Autumn was sitting up in bed, a cup of coffee in her hand and a magazine on her lap. Donovan was lying down next to her still asleep, if his lack of movement when I entered was any indication.

“Wyatt!” she called out as if surprised to see me and put her coffee down. “Is everything okay?”

I approached the bed, and sitting at her feet, I glanced at Donovan.

“How is he?”

Autumn sighed and put the magazine away too, some gossip rag I’d never laid a finger on. “He still coughs a lot. He has an oxygen therapy booked for next week. Until then it’s inhalers and oxygen masks when it gets really bad.”

Even though Rogers lost his life, he hadn’t been the only victim of Wilson’s. Donovan had only come out of the hospital the night before the funeral, but despite appearing somewhat composed during the ceremony, he still had months of recovery ahead of him. At least the doctors were confident that recovery was possible considering he woke up pretty quickly after bringing him out of the house.

If it hadn’t been for Ari, I didn’t know if he’d be with us.

How had I messed up so bad?

“I see. You’ll let me know if you need anything, yeah?” I patted her hand, and she took the opportunity to grab it with both of her hands.

“You know it. But how are you? How are you coping?”

I shrugged.

Definitely not well, considering what I’d done last night.

“Where did you go after the funeral? You ran out like a maniac,” she said.

I bit my lip and stared at the blanket under our joined hands.

“You went to him, didn’t you? Santiago was right,” she said, matter-of-factly.

I looked up. “What? Went to who?”

Autumn gave me a look that said—no, screamed—“don’t mess with me,” and I sighed.

“Yeah. I went to him.”