Page 49 of Stiletto's Savior

Snow swirls around us, a white storm that matches the chaos inside my head.

Song’s weight in my arms is like a lead ball dragging me down.

Siren shouts, her voice cutting through the howling wind.“Which truck?!”

Bull yells, already pulling open the passenger door to one of the club’s pickup trucks. “That one!”

I holler, panic flooding my voice. “Get in, get in!”

The others scramble, Cheyenne climbing into the back with me, her eyes wide with fear.

She holds down on one of Song’s wrists, while I hold the other one, praying to whoever’s up in the sky to make sure she doesn’t die.

With Bull in the driver’s seat the engine roars to life, a grumbling beast pushing against the snow.

“Hold on tight, Miles,” Siren breathes, looking back at me from the passenger seat. I can feel her tension radiating off her. “We’ll get her there.”

Blood still seeps through the makeshift bandage.

God, she needs help and fast.

The truck lurches forward, tires crunching over packed snow.

I bounce slightly in my seat, holding Song close.

Her skin feels ice-cold under my fingers.

“Stay with me,” I whisper, brushing a strand of her red hair from her face. “You’ve got this. You’ve survived the impossible.”

Bull mutters, peering through the windshield as we hit another patch of snow. “Shit, it’s really coming down out here,”

I grit my teeth, every second stretching like a rubber band ready to snap.“Faster! We need to hurry!”

Cheyenne snaps back, but there’s worry etched across her face. “Calm down, Miles. We’re going as fast as we can! It’s a damn blizzard out there.”

“Just drive!” I roar again, anger and desperation mixing inside me.

I can’t lose her.

Bull steps on it and thankfully we don’t crash.

I don’t know how much time passes us by, only that the city lights of Billings loom ahead.

Soon enough we’re at the hospital, bright red lights of the ‘emergency room’ area piercing the snowfall.

My heart races even faster.

“Park here!” I shout as we skid to a halt.

The doors swing open before the engine dies, and I’m out in an instant.

“Wait!” Siren calls, but I can’t stop.

I sprint toward the entrance, cradling Stiletto tightly against me.

“Help! Someone help!” I scream, bursting through the sliding glass doors.

“Get a doctor! Now!” I shout at the receptionist, panic spilling out of me.

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