Page 100 of Savage Reign

A commotion at the door caught my attention. My heart jumped when I heard the slam of the front door, followed by familiar angry male voices. Without thinking, I headed toward the noise.

Silas showed up in my line of sight first. Then Killian. It took a moment for me to make sense of what I was seeing: Maverick, clutching his side, hanging onto Killian.

I gasped, and all three men turned to me.

“Fuck,” Silas said under his breath. I still heard him. “What are you doing awake, Mila?”

“I couldn’t sleep,” I answered, my eyes focused intently on Maverick. Sweat covered his face, and though he was staring back at me with that signature impassiveness, I knew he was in pain. “What happened?”

“Nothing,” Maverick said at the same time Killian answered, “A fucking ambush.”

I glared at Maverick.

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, little monster.”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I never went to bed, and if you think I’m going to bed after seeing you like this, then you’re out of your goddamn mind.”

Maverick let out a small sigh as if he was tired of me. I ignored the hurt in my chest and rushed forward. I hovered close by, knowing I would be more of a hindrance if I tried to help, but hell, I really wanted to do something.

Killian took mercy on me. “Come on, let's bring him to his room. Can you get the door, little firecracker?”

I nodded and rushed ahead, opening the door. I fidgeted on my feet while Silas got in first, adjusting Maverick’s pillow before Killian helped Maverick down.

He looked bad. I didn’t think I had ever seen Maverick look this bad. His complexion was gray, and I knew he had to be in pain. He turned toward me briefly.

“Perhaps Mila shouldn’t be here,” Maverick said to Silas.

I held my ground. “I’m staying.”

“Mila—”

“I’m staying.”

Silas turned to Maverick, who nodded. I stayed near the bed, wringing my hands together. I still didn’t know how he got hurt. Killian said they were ambushed. Had Sebastian done something to them? Did Maverick get hurt because of me? My bottom lip trembled.

“Little monster.” His soft voice got me out of my turmoil.

I moved closer to him. “Do you need anything?”

“Yes.”

“What? Water? A new shirt?”

I was about to leave and grab him all those things when he stilled me with one hand wrapped around my wrist. I looked down at where we touched.

“I need you close by. Come sit with me.”

He patted the space next to him on the bed.

I hesitated. “You’re injured.”

“Yes, I know.”

“I might hurt you.”

He rolled his eyes at me. “Impossible. Come sit with me. You make the pain feel more tolerable.”

I didn’t need to be told twice. I climbed onto the bed, snuggling close to his uninjured side. Killian came back to the room with the first aid kit then. I hadn’t even realized he left. He set the kit down on the bed by Maverick's feet, frowning at me.

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