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“I don’t have any answers yet but yes, I’d give up everything to be with you. I love you, Luna.”
I bury my face in his chest again, tears squeezing out of my eyes. “I’m so sorry I dragged you into this.”
“There’s plenty of blame to go around.” He runs a hand through my hair. “No need for self-flagellation.” He trails fingers down my back. “Did he hurt you, princess?”
“A little. I might need some stitches in my foot, but it can wait.”
“No, it can’t.” He starts to tug me toward his SUV.
“Rage. Stop.” Silver stands in my path. “We have to dispose of the body and make sure there’s no trace of what happened or any way to link it to you.”
“Do what you have to do,” Elliott says quietly. “Daniil will square things up with you.”
He hesitates. “The last one was a freebie because it was my daughter. This one is free because…” He makes a face. “I mean, a fucking website to teach men how to rape? I can’t with that shit.” Then his expression hardens. “But if there’s a third time—we’ll have to talk.”
“If there’s a third time, I hope it has nothing to do with me,” Elliott says quietly.
“Let me take Luna to the hospital,” Grim says, joining us. “You need to get cleaned up and can join us there. You’re covered in blood.”
“Take off your clothes,” Silver says, turning to Nitro. “You have anything he can change into?”
Nitro laughs. “Not that’ll fit his big ass.”
“I have clean clothes in my truck,” Rage says.
“Take off everything, even your skivvies, and let me have them.” He hands him a bottle of water. “Try to wash off as much blood as you can. Then go to your hotel and shower.”
He nods. “Got it.” Then he looks at me. “You’ll be okay for a little longer?”
“I’ll be fine with Landon.”
He kisses me, hard, and then turns and walks over to his SUV.
“Let’s go.” Grim touches my arm. “You need to have that foot looked at.”
I don’t want to leave Elliott, but I know this is what we have to do to make sure he doesn’t get arrested.
I watch for a minute as he pulls off his shirt, his sweats, his socks and shoes.
This is a little intimidating and now that I know he’s safe, I’m starting to crash, the last twenty-four hours finally catching up to me.
And the moment I get into Eric’s SUV, I’m out.
Between stitches, a tetanus shot, and an IV of antibiotics, I spend several hours at the hospital. Landon comes up with a story about me being clumsy that seems to satisfy hospital personnel, and I manage to doze on and off until Elliott arrives. He sits beside me without saying much of anything until I’m finally released.
It’s late in the day and I’m starving but far too tired to go anywhere, so we swing through a drive-through and I eat my chicken sandwich in a handful of bites. Then I nibble on fries as Elliott heads for home. I had Landon text him that I wanted to sleep in either his bed or mine tonight, not a hotel, so he packed up our things and brought them with him. And now we’re on our way to Temecula. Home. I don’t know if we’re going to his place or mine, and I don’t care.
“You want to talk?” he asks as he merges onto the highway.
“It depends on what you want to talk about.”
“Us.”
“What about us?”
“The fact that I told you I loved you and you didn’t say it back.”
I hesitate.
