Page 78 of Wrath
“On it,” Evan replied. He shot Wyatt an apologetic look and then gave Grace a quick kiss on the lips. “See you later, Doc.”
“I’ll come too.” She collected her medical kit from where she’d left it by the door. “I’m not due at work until later tonight. They’ll need a doctor down there.”
“I’ll meet you there.” Parker waved them out.
The two of them were gone in an instant. Griffin and Tony stopped by the weapons room to load up before leaving at a run.
“What about Alek?” Wyatt said, jaw clenching. “You just going to leave him now?”
Misha was grateful for him, he’d said exactly what she’d been thinking.
“What do you want us to do, Wyatt?” Parker growled. “Just ignore all these people? There are hundreds needing our help. We have priorities.”
“Exactly. Family first, right?”
Mary and Sloan came over, and soon, all remaining Lazarus family members entered into an argument over who should go where. Wyatt hurled insults about Parker’s pride and his drive to redeem the Deadly Seven’s public name. Parker shouted back. Misha hated it. She never felt more out of place, and more useless.
And through it all, she stepped back, and back, and back until her rear hit the wall near the exit. This was her fault. If she’d just said no to Wyatt when he came for her at the club, Dimitri would never have been hurt, he’d never have lured Alek, and this incredible family of heroes wouldn’t be arguing over her being a priority. Those victims of the video footage—blood, tears… pain.
Wyatt was invulnerable now, those people needed him. He could walk into a burning building and rescue victims. They needed him more than her.
Her worst fear had come true—she was a burden.
Thirty-Six
Wyatt held Parkerby the scruff of his Deadly Seven combat outfit. Fuck him for saying Misha and Alek weren’t a priority. “You need to getyourpriorities straight.”
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Parker growled, his indignant eyebrow waiting for Wyatt to calm down.
He snarled through a clenched jaw and shoved Parker back. When they connected with the wall, screens wobbled and glitched. Wrath rose within Parker like a swelling tide, making Wyatt’s stomach crawl.
“Put. Me. Down.” Parker’s teeth ground.
“Fuck you, Parker. You all say you wanted me back, but the first time I ask for actual help, and you desert me.” Abandon Wyatt the way he’d abandoned them. Fuck! A surge of fury flooded his bones. He wanted to rip Parker’s head off. What was the point of it all if they ended up back where they started—a family broken apart.
“Wyatt,” Mary’s voice snapped harshly from somewhere beside him. “Check your wrath,mijo.”
What?
He had trouble seeing straight through the cloud of anger.
But…
Why was he so angry?
He shoved off Parker and searched the room for Misha. Naturally, he craved her touch. Needed it. The wrath. It fed his rage. It was everywhere. He’d gone too far… and… “Where is she?”
“My guess?” Parker rubbed his throat. “She took one look at you losing your shit and got out of here.”
She was gone. No wonder his fury had been so quick and violent to rise.Fuck. He scrubbed his face. Parker was right. She must have seen him, thought, what am I doing with this asshole, and left.
“No,” Sloan muttered from her seat in the workshop, wrapping her blanket around her tighter. “She left a while ago.”
Wyatt strode up to her. “What? Why didn’t you say anything?”
Sloan shrugged.
Of course she wouldn’t. Too fucking lazy to even lift her head.
