Page 80 of Tangled Lies
She was so damn cute when she was worried about me. I stepped back, leaning against something more solid than my legs.
“I’ll be fine, princess. Promise.”
She glanced at me.
“You’re bleeding. A lot.”
Knox looked my way and he shook his head.
“Shit. You are bleeding a lot. Guess you don’t have to dig the hole today.”
I grabbed my phone and texted the doctor who was loyal to our family.
“Grab some barrels and deal with this tomorrow. Doc can meet us in thirty.”
Not the worst pain I’d ever been in, but the blade had obviously hit something it maybe shouldn’t have. Fucking hell. I hated when the lightheadedness caught up.
Ronan grabbed Mark up and someone shot the other guy.
“Well, Mark, let’s go for a field trip so my boy here can get fixed up.”
Mark’s body crumpled the second Ronan hit him just right and he blacked out.
“Come on, Talon, I’ll get you to the car.”
I reached up and brushed a spec of blood off her cheek, pretending like I wasn’t worried my legs would stop helping me at any second.
“Whatever you say, princess.”
I stumbled a bit noticing I was losing blood a little faster than expected. Jett grabbed my other side.
“Help me lay him down in the back, Margaux,” Jett said. His voice had a serious note to it, telling me this wasn’t a scratch.
She stood next to me on the side without the knife, and I hated that I actually leaned a little on the girl that barely made it to my shoulder.
“You’re kind of short to be of much use.”
I was doing everything I could just to keep myself from passing out.
“Talon, shut up. If you’re good, maybe I’ll kiss your ouchy. But if you’re an asshole, I’m just going to shove that knife in deeper.”
The rain should have been cold on my skin, and maybe that was the first red flag of the moment.
“Margaux, I think you should tell the boys to call the doctor. I’m not feeling too good.”
I registered her hand gripping my arm like she was making a huge difference. Then again, maybe she was the only reason I was walking straight. I wasn’t having a lot of rational thoughts at the moment.
Time wasn’t really registering at this point. I followed the orders that she gave, slipping against the bumper, but someone caught me.
“Talon, hold on there, buddy.”
Jett.
“We need to go to a hospital.”
Margaux.
I felt the warmth of her hands against my cold, clammy skin.
