Page 27 of Rebellion

She pushed the blanket down so she could clasp hold of his hands. Hers were chilled and shaking, but he didn’t say anything.

“Ya lyublyu tyebya, starshiy brat,” she said back.

I love you, big brother.

He closed his eyes and nodded. A knock on the door made him sigh.

“I don’t like that you had to do this. That you were so close to this asshole. I’m going to have Arseni stay close to watch you for a while. All right?”

It might have sounded like a suggestion, as though he wanted her agreement. But she knew that wasn’t actually the case. Her job was to nod and agree.

Which is what she did.

As the doctor came in, she slipped back into that strange headspace.

Oleg wouldn’t be happy that Arseni was staying close by. But she couldn’t bring herself to care.

The door opened once more, and in walked Rogan MacGuire. She quickly glanced up at him, then away.

Rogan was a good-looking man, although he wasn’t as attractive as Colm. Tonight, he radiated a furious energy that she just couldn’t deal with. So she kept quiet, her mind going back to that sickening crunch that Dima’s head had made when her bat hit it.

God.

Don’t be sick.

Keep yourself calm.

That’s what Sacha needs from you. Not for you to freak out on him.

She tuned back into what they were saying just as Sacha grabbed Rogan’s arm.

Oh, this wasn’t good.

And yet, she couldn’t seem to find the energy to be scared. Rogan yanked his arm from the other man’s grasp.

“The doctor is checking her over,” Sacha told him intently. “Colm’s with her. She’s safe. I promise.”

“She should be at the hospital.”

Hmm. Did Rogan have feelings for Miller? It was difficult to tell, although he certainly looked upset, and Miller always having Colm with her also suggested that he did.

“Can’t.” Sacha stared at him steadily, his face giving none of his emotions away. “Sofia killed the man who attacked her.”

Yep, she was going to be sick.

Keep it together.

Rogan glanced over at her, but she deliberately kept her emotions in check.

“What happened?” he asked.

Sofia fought the nausea bubbling in her stomach.

She’d killed a man.

She was a murderer.

Stop it. Think about something else.

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