Page 38 of Ruthless Kings of Havoc

Do I still lose consciousness for a bit? Yes. However, the recovery isn’t as paralyzing and weakening. I can reorientate myself with prompts and manage to sit up.

From what the doctor evaluated, with a few months of monitoring and trying this new set of medicines and precautions, my seizures will be far more manageable and more difficult to trigger.

Even with my crazy lifestyle.

All of that was provided and paid for, then we were brought back here, where we’re staying in a hidden location near Leighton.

My Bunny Stalker has loads of connections.

It feels odd to acknowledge his presence in my life. Inevitably, we’re going to have to introduce ourselves, and that confrontation will knock the first domino on this new path.

This path will lead to vengeance.

“Sweet Canary.”

I have to blink because the touch to my lips is unexpected.

Such a tender touch of warmth.

Realizing Ares’s closeness, my eyes lower to his smooth lips before meeting his concerned eyes.

“I’m okay,” I reassure him, realizing I must have been looking completely spaced out and ignoring what was being said. I’ve been doing that from time to time since my recovery, but I’ve been attempting to catch it.

Didn’t this time.

“Sorry. Were you saying something?” I question and watch how he observes me. I should be acknowledging how he kissed me, but I guess after everything that happened, that touch of reassurance helps ease our nerves.

We haven’t really talked since the incident.

“Was going to send Warren to get me some pins,” he announces and looks over his shoulder at his brother. “Right?”

“Mhmm.” Warren hasn’t been in a good mood lately, but I guess that’s kind of my fault.

He’s probably pissed that he couldn’t do his protective duties properly, and I got hurt in the crossfire.

“Alright,” I answer and bob my head for added measure. Maybe I should sit down for a bit.“So, rain check on the threesome sandwich?”

The way Ares actually begins to blush only encourages me to swiftly look behind me and watch how Warren is getting as far away from me as he can without showing his very red face.

I’m laughing in a heartbeat.

“Aww. Don’t be shy. I know we’re getting a new contract, but I can negotiate to keep the clause about bodyguards being included,” I tease as I watch Warren head to the door.

“No,” he huffs stubbornly.

“I’ll make a deal with the man in charge,” I conclude as I work on dragging this beautiful dress and my legs toward the fuzzy cream ottoman before the vintage vanity.

I try to ignore that my legs are still weak from time to time, but it’s difficult. That nagging fear that I’ll one day wake up and they’re no longer working is a nightmare I’ve consistently had these last three days.

Frightening enough that I woke up in a panic.

All three times, Zander’s been there. Hugging me comfortingly as I panic against his chest. I can barely remember the instances now that I try to think about it, but God, how his warmth is hard to forget.

How he holds me like I’m his world and coos me back to sleep, reassuring my racing mind, consumed with fright, that I’m safe and well.

That could be why I feel this sense of confidence in the connection between Zander and me. I know it won’t evaporate after the madness that ensued these last few days, but I am worried about Ares and Warren.

The tension is screaming to be appeased, yet we’re all shying away from it. Frightened because of one wrong move, and everything is over.

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