Page 191 of Captive Omega

I throw my arm around his shoulder, wrapping my other around his middle, and push to my feet. He’s dead weight, so lifting him isn’t easy.

This is the first time I’ve touched Blaine since we last sparred before the car crash.

I stagger and nearly go down feet from one of the bedrooms. After huffing and puffing some more, I get him inside and on the bed.

Wrestling his sneakers off takes more effort than I thought it would, and I nearly fall back as I yank one off. I get him settled on the bed, as comfortable as I can make him. He’d be more comfortable out of the turtleneck instead of sweating through it, but if he woke up without that shirt on, he would never forgive me.

I leave his shirt and go looking for a bucket, a couple of towels, and a bottle of water from the refrigerator for when he wakes up.

Then, yanking my cell phone from my pocket, I take a seat on the floor beside the bedroom door and spend the next several seconds checking messages.

Everything is quiet at Ever Safe, so at least the trouble today was limited to us.

I’ve had a couple of texts from Frost asking me to check in.

Me

I’m at your place now with Blaine. I’ll be staying. If Garrison needs me, he knows where to find me.

Frost

Any trouble?

Me

Nothing I couldn’t handle.

Frost

How’s Blaine?

I look at Blaine. Not good is how he is.

Me

He’ll be okay

Frost

Lex wants to know if you need anything

Me

What’s he doing back there?

Frost

Said it was home and we’re fam. He wasn’t staying away.

My frown melts away.

When shit hits the fan, we’ve always pulled together. I can’t be angry at him for doing what we all would have.

Me

Tell him to stay inside. Text you later.

I place my phone on the floor and pull Bessy, my Beretta, from my pocket and leave it on my other side. I doubt trouble will find us here, but it never hurts to be prepared.

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