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“Did you get shot?” He kept the panic from his voice only by sheer will.

“No,” Wrath rasped with a wry smile, but at his insistent tug on the shirt, the man finally released his grip.

Rogue rolled the material upward and the white bandage beneath was bright red with blood. His gaze flicked up to Wrath’s and he squinted.

This looked like a recent injury. When Wrath grimaced and looked away, Rogue said fuck it in his head and lifted the man in his arms.

“I can walk!” Wrath gasped.

“Keep your voice down,” Rogue growled and stalked from the room.

“Rogue,” Wrath hissed when they reached the top of the stairs, “put me down.”

With a sigh, Rogue let Wrath’s legs slide down and feet touch the floor of the hallway. His arm went around the man’s waist to keep him steady—although Wrath was already pretty steady. Wrath grabbed the hand railing to the stairs and Rogue finally stepped away.

“Should we call the cleaners?” he asked, watching Wrath closely as they took the stairs downward.

“No, I wouldn’t get us involved in whatever went down here.”

That made sense. Whatever happened prior in that room, Erebus was not a part of.

They reached outside and walked along the cracked and cratered sidewalk until they reached their vehicles.

“I’ll drive you home.” Rogue gestured to his beat-up truck.

With widened eyes, Wrath gazed at Rogue and then to his Ducati parked behind the pickup.

Rogue got it.

Wrath didn’t want to leave such an expensive bike there on the street at night, but there was no way in hell the man could safely drive that thing with the reopened injury.

But then...was it really any of his business?

He’d been acting like a possessive Neanderthal all night and that wasn’t like him at all. He didn’t get into anyone’s business, and that kept his life simple and uncomplicated.

Wrath chewed his lip, gazing at him and then the bike.

“How about I drive the bike back to your place and you follow me in my truck?” Rogue suggested, expecting to be shut down fast.

Thishadto be the last time he helped Wrath.

He couldn’t let himself be swayed into any type of relationship with the guy no matter what that piercing blue gaze suggested.

He was no good for anyone. He had to remind himself of that.

He’d betrayed his friends, he’d betrayed innocents. He’d completely bought into Solomon’s lies.

He was the last person who deserved a happy ending.

Rogue clenched his fists and when Wrath held out the keys without hesitation, he couldn’t hide his start of surprise.

Well, shit.

Wrath trusted him with his bike.

That shit was serious.

On the one hand, Wrath was mentally kicking himself in the ass for reopening his injury—although it had not been his fault—but on the other hand, having Rogue follow him home was icing on the cake.

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