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Greg points to the shed, and I watch as people in dark tactical gear jog over. If I listen closely, I can still hear Arina yelling to be let out, but the wind is loud and I can’t feel my nose. The full force of the security contingent is with us, while others are cleaning up the mess Bee and I made.

“I closed down the ballroom,” Jack says. “I went looking for Bee, but instead found her purse with her knife in it, and then Ciara in the fucking closet bound and gagged.”

“Gareth really liked his gags,” Bee says bitterly. “I puked and almost asphyxiated on it. I’m pretty sure I stabbed him a few times with that in mind.”

“That’s rough,” Greg mutters. “Fuck, I can honestly say I’ve never had that happen to me. You’re a bigger badass than me.”

My lips twitch, or at least I think they do. Shivering, I snuggle deeper into the blankets wrapped around my entire body. I love that Greg isn’t grossed out by either of us. We are in serious need of showers, though.

“What hospital are you taking us to?” I ask. “If we go anywhere normal, we’re going to end up handcuffed to a bed, and not in a sexy way.”

Greg and Jack roar with laughter as they walk inside, and I sigh as I feel the warmer air on my face.

“The military hospital that won’t ask questions,” Greg says. “You aren’t going to have any blow back from this.”

“Jack!” Sullivan says, and I cringe. I look a fucking mess and I know it. “Is she okay? Both of them?”

“Yeah, we’re going to the hospital. We’re skipping out the side door here,” Jack says, nodding to the left. “As far as you know, Bee fell and twisted her ankle, and we found her outside. Everyone can go home.”

“Silly ‘ole me,” Bee drawls terribly.

Sullivan’s eyes widen, and I wonder if it’s because of how she looks or the accent. “You need to work on your southern accent, Ma’am,” he says. “Y'all be careful on those roads now, ya hear?”

“That wasn’t half bad,” Bee says, eyes fluttering as she starts to pass out.

“We’re out,” Greg says, jogging toward the door. Jack follows behind, and I let myself drift into the darkness. I can’t stave off the weight from this night, nor what it’s done to my body.

Chapter Thirty-One

Jack

The hospital put the girls in the same room, despite typically insisting on separate ones. Greg gave them one glare, and they immediately changed their minds. I’ve never been so happy to have him by my side.

No one fucks with his orders.

Surprisingly, neither of them suffered from more than mild frostbite. The nurses commented on how lucky they were since they were running in the snow barefoot, but all I can feel is relief.

Dolly has broken ribs, and their bodies are black and blue from the beatings they each received. Bee’s ribs are severely bruised due to Gareth whaling on her body while they fought in the snow, and I have never wished for necromancy to be real more than now.

I want to bring him back to life so I can kill him over and over again. My anger is being barely held in check as I watch the girls sleep. I’m charged with waking them up regularly, since they also both have concussions, and apparently, Bee will have a few bald patches on her scalp to deal with.

The list of injuries goes on, but I’m just glad they’re alive.

“They’re okay,” Greg reminds me, sitting heavily next to me.

“I don’t think they’re what I would call okay,” I mutter. “The special attention to mild frostbite wasn’t very pleasant to watch.”

There were tears as the hospital staff reheated their bodies. The process was painful as the pins and needles hit, and now they’re exhausted, but they’ll be keeping their extremities at least.

“Do you have any news on things?” I ask, sighing. “I’m not ignorant of the loose ends left.”

“I know you’re not,” he mutters. “Here’s what I’ve been fielding today. Arina is in jail, and will be facing charges of colluding with her father and Gareth to forcibly steal Bee’s inheritance. It’ll be a quiet court case, and then she’ll be buried under so much legal rhetoric, she’ll never see the light of day again.”

“That’s very dark of you, I like it,” I say with a grin. “I don’t even think it’s too harsh, either.”

“I don’t either. I hope she gets fucked up in prison. I may even have a hand in making it happen. One of the reasons Dahlia’s ribs are so bad is because of the way Arina was pulling on her legs, to try to pull her back through the window,” Greg growls.

“I watched it happen, and decided to throw everything I could get on her. I also interrogated Ivan as well.”

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