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My gaze flies to the door as someone new joins the party.

“You’ve got incoming, Mav,” he growls, tugging a blade from his boot. With no further warning, he tosses it at the guy struggling with Dustin.

The man gets a hand up just in time to catch the handle. His hand twists, and he stabs.

The bloody sounds of Dustin being shanked fill the air, but my gaze falls to my lap, where the massive German shepherd rests its head on my thigh.

“I really thought you were a hallucination,” I slur.

Fuck me.

Slurring words is an even worse sign than passing out… I think.

“That must be one hell of a concussion,” the guy—Mav—says, climbing off Dustin.

“I’ve had worse.” I grunt. “Maybe, but fuck. I have no idea how I’m supposed to explain this to my woman.”

“About that…” the guy in front of me says.

“Not the time, Gunner,” the guy who killed Dustin says. “We need to get the fuck out of here.”

“Yeah, that would be a good first step.” I chuckle as my head rolls around. “But I can’t wait to see what Avan does when he realizes someone took out his little brother.”

“What?” they growl in unison.

I snort, nodding to his body. “Take a look, if you don’t believe me.”

“Tonight just got so much more complicated,” Gunner says, sighing heavily. “Come on, we’ll get you untied, and we need to move.”

I don’t have any idea who these guys are, but I imagine they work for Bless.

I’m not really in any position to turn down a save.

“I’d appreciate it,” I say as my stomach rolls. “Because I’m about to vomit.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

Brooklyn

I’ve never been to Bless’s townhouse, but it’s nice. It’s multiple stories, at least three, from the looks of it. It was such a long drive, and I was so out of it that I don’t know if we’re technically in the city anymore. If we are, it’s an area I’m completely unfamiliar with.

Being woken up in the middle of the night by Gunner and Maverick was jarring. I almost wish they’d let me sleep. It’s nearing daybreak, and they still aren’t here.

As soon as Bless and Stacia arrived at my apartment, they helped me pack the stuff Libby and I couldn’t live without before loading it all into the back of Bless’s truck.

Libby fussed as I woke her and carried her down to the vehicle, but luckily, she fell asleep in her car seat on the drive.

I’ve barely slept, and she’s going to be bouncing off the walls as soon as she wakes up.

It’s not just that this is a new environment.

Maverick and Gunner were around last night, so she’s going to expect to see them. My bond with Gunner is intact, and that gives me comfort, but he’s so far away that I can’t pick out any specific thoughts or feelings.

I pace the floor bare near the living room, and Bless sighs heavily.

“This kind of thing takes time.” She nods toward the room Libby is sleeping in. “You should get some rest.”

“No, I can’t.” My head shakes violently. “What if he’s hurt because of me?” I bring a hand up, covering my mouth.

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