Page 65 of Slay King

“Fuck,” Storm said behind me as he took my hair and held it back. “Sorry about that. Too much information. My bad.”

Several heaves later, I stood up and stared at him, still in shock. Was this really how they handled things?

Storm took the hem of his shirt and ripped it, then handed it to me. “Here. Wipe your mouth.”

I did as told as he took my elbow.

“Time to go.”

I went with him numbly through the house, not looking around as we went for fear of what I might see. I didn’t think I could handle any more death. When he opened the door leading outside, I let out a small sob. I was leaving. I had survived this.

“RUMOR!”

I would know the deep voice that called my name, even in death.

My head snapped around as King moved toward me on crutches. I shoved past Storm and ran to him.

Why was he hurt? What had happened? I reached him, and he dropped both crutches as his arms wrapped around me.

He buried his face in my hair and inhaled deeply. “Fuuuck, sweets. I think I died ten goddamn deaths since I was told they took you.”

The tears that I’d been fighting off broke free as I clung to him, sobbing. His arms tightened, pulling me to him.

“I got you,” he murmured. “This will never happen again. I swear to God.”

His scent eased me, and I nodded my head, not ready to speak just yet. He’d come for me. I meant something to him. He cared.

“Did they hurt you?” he asked, gently pressing a kiss to my head.

I shook mine. “No,” I croaked out.

Although it didn’t matter. They were both dead now. Along with several others.

“You good? I need to go help. Two of Linc’s guys were shot. Gotta get them to Doc,” Storm said behind me.

“Wilder will get us back. Thank you, Storm,” he said fiercely.

“Don’t thank me. Gage got her,” he replied.

King’s arms tightened. “Fuck, I guess he gets to live.”

Storm laughed then. “He gets to live? Dude, you didn’t see what his crazy ass did to the men in there. Forgive and forget, bro.”

King pulled back enough so he could look at me. “You swear you’re okay?”

I nodded.

His eyes dropped to my mouth, and he ran his thumb over it. Then, he looked back into my eyes. The possessive gleam made me shiver. Every small cell in my body hummed. I wanted that.

“And the baby?” he asked softly.

I gasped, speechless, staring up at him.

He knew. How did he know? Had Maeme changed her mind?

“I think she’s fine. I need to see Dr. Drew. The chloroform …” I stopped explaining, hating to think it had hurt her.

His jaw clenched as he glared at the house behind me. “We will go straight to Maeme’s and get you checked.”

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