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He was holding Ruby’s hand. He was squeezing it and letting her cry and panic and whatever else she did.
He was trying tocomforther….
Yeah. He was dying. There was no other explanation.
“Linc, we need the hospital now.” I ordered as I wiped my eyes and got to my feet, clinging onto Logan for support. “Please; Aiden, can you carry Beau? I would try but…” I waved toward him.
He glared up at me, his eyes narrowed in jest. “You calling me fat, Diamond?”
“Never.” I couldn’t stop my snort.
With Aiden taking the brunt of the lifting, we managed to carefully bring Beau to the car and lower him into the back seat. He leaned back, his breathing shallow but steady, eyes half-closed as he fought against the agony. Ruby and Aiden slid into the backseat with him, and I hurried around to the front as Logan jumped into the back of one of the other cars with us.
Lincoln didn’t waste time when he took his seat behind the wheel. The engine roared to life, and we sped off, tires screeching on the gravel as we tore down the road. My heart pounded in time with the rhythm of the engine, adrenaline still coursing through me from the explosion. Once more, with my bunny’s driving, the hospital loomed before us in a matter of minutes.
We pulled up to the emergency entrance, and the world seemed to tilt around me as I jumped out of the car. Kody and Logan were already there, carefully helping Beau out of the back seat. His face twisted in pain, but he managed to stay on his feet. He was shaky and grumbling, but he wasn’t gone yet, and I would cling to that.
He would be fine. Everything was fine.
I ran to his side, steadying him as we hurried through the sliding doors. The sterile smell of the hospital hit me immediately—disinfectant, plastic, and the faint undertone of something metallic.
I didn’t even register almost yelling at the nearby doctors for help. Nor did I notice the terror in my tone, or the anger with which I command people to do my bidding.
If I had noticed, I would have laughed.
I sounded like Beau when he was mad. I had the same glare at him. The same violent undertone to my words.
I was just like him, and that was something I would always want to be.
Within seconds, nurses rushed forward, guiding us toward a stretcher. Beau was laid down carefully, and they wheeled him off toward a nearby room. I felt my stomach twist with worry as I watched them go, but I couldn’t follow. I had to let them work and trust they’d do everything they could.
I’d burn the fucking building down if they did anything less, regardless of how shitty a person that made me.
The rest of us gathered in the waiting area. My nerves were shot, my body exhausted, but I couldn’t sit down. I paced, my mind racing with everything that had happened, everything we still had to deal with. Not that I could think too hard. My brain buzzed, ears rang, and it was difficult to even think a rational thought when all I wanted to do was scream. Then scream again for good measure.
Logan came up beside me, placing a hand on my shoulder and startling me out of my rage pacing.
“He’ll be okay, Saph. Beau’s tough. You know that.”
I nodded, though my chest still felt tight. “I know, but I can’t… I can’t lose him. Okay? I cannot lose him too.” I didn’t need to say anymore, Logan understood. So instead, I coughed to clear my throat and spoke to all of my men. “The plan is happening tomorrow night. I refuse to wait a moment more; not when things are… we could…”
Logan didn’t say anything, just squeezed my shoulder in support. I appreciated the quiet comfort. I didn’t have the energy for more words right now.
“We’ll get the word out and have everything happen tomorrow night. Don’t worry, pretty girl.” He promised. “You just need to take a seat, and we can all relax – everything will be okay.”
As I glanced around, I caught Lincoln’s gaze again. That strange look was still on his face, like he was deep in thought, his jaw clenched tight. Something was bothering him—something more than just the explosion or Beau’s injuries. But now wasn’t the time to ask. All I could do was silently hope and pray that I didn’t have to bury the only blood relative I had left.
At least that had been the plan. But before I could sit down, Lincoln came over, pulling me to the side with a pained expression.
“You know that chat I asked to have earlier?” I nodded at his question. “We need to have it now.”
“Now?” My head cocked. “It is so important?”
“Yeah, princess. It’s important.” The seriousness of his tone made me instantly wary, and I trusted he was not trying to deal with something silly or insignificant right now.
“Come on then,” I grabbed his hand, pulling him along, as I wondered what on earth he could say that would be so bad, “let’s go find a spot to talk.”
Chapter Twenty Two
