Page 145 of Wolf Roulette

“Please.” I listened to murmuring voices.

“Mate,” Sascha answered.

Wade fanned his face.

A lump rose in my throat. “You’re alright.”

“You hit your head. How do you feel?”

This wasn’t becoming about me when he’d nearly died. “I’m fine. Has your head healed?”

“Grim shot you,” he growled. “I was worried what it might have done with your head injury.”

“Sascha.Are you okay?”

“It will take a day or two to get back on my feet,” he admitted.

Anger surged. “Why did you do that? I could have landed better. You had to absorb the shock from two bodies.” My voice broke. “How is your back not broken?”

“Don’t be upset, beautiful wolf. My back has healed now.”

My eyes rounded. “Itwasbroken?”

“I heal fast,” he said hastily. “Thank you for being worried about me though.”

A tear slipped from my eye.

“She’s crying,” Wade said.

Fucker.

Sascha sighed. “I’d much rather see you to know you’re safe.”

“Maybe I could visit you tomorrow? With pack permission.”

“Permission granted.”

Another tear joined the first. Sascha never sounded tired, but near-death had done it. “I’ll see you tomorrow then. Sleep and rest.”

He murmured a disjointed goodbye, and I ended the call.

Wade’s eyes were wide. “Baby girl, you aresofar gone,”

My bottom lip trembled. “I know.”

Sascha nearly dying made the consequences of Grids real in a way nothing else had.Thiswas what stood to happen unless I won.

Sascha could die.

I could lose him forever.

Wade leaned over and wrapped his arms around me. “You don’t need to be afraid.”

But I did.

I really did.

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