Page 110 of Silver Sanctuary
Nash cracked his eyes open, the first light of dawn just starting to make its way over the horizon. Lacy shifted, still deep in sleep. So, what was it? Something had woken him up.
There was a buzzing on his nightstand. His phone. Nash groaned as he rolled over, slapping his hand down a few times before it landed on the familiar shape. The screen illuminated as he brought it close to his face. And as soon as his eyes focused on the notification, his heart sank.
“Fuck. I have to get up.”
“What’s going on?” Lacy whispered as he jumped up from the bed, slipping on his discarded pants.
“I don’t really know. There’s been some sort of an accident. It’s Stone.”
Thirty-Three
Faster, Mae.
Run faster!
The rain poured down, stinging against her sensitive skin. But she hadn’t even thought to grab an umbrella before she darted from her car toward the hospital, her face a ruddy mess from the nonstop sobbing she’d done while driving from Silver Springs to Dallas. Fucking trauma hospital over an hour away. She was honestly surprised she made it in one piece. There was no doubt in her mind she should have listened to Hawk and waited for Gunner, or Nash, or Gage to drive her, but her heart wouldn’t even consider it. Truly incredible, too, because it felt like it was barely beating in her chest. She could freak out later. For now, she had to be calm. She needed to be levelheaded. All that mattered was getting to him. Making sure he was still…
Making sure Stone was still alive.
God, she couldn’t stop thinking about the alternative. The things she’d said to him in the darkness of those early hours that morning. The things he’d said to her. The way they’d left things. The way he’d shattered her heart so completely shecouldn’t take a breath without her chest feeling like it might explode.
Fuck him. How dare he rip everything apart like that and then go and get himself shot? Shot! In the middle of the fucking night. In the middle of the fucking street. Who the fuck would be trying to kill him? Was it random? Or had they known it was Stone?
Her mind wouldn’t stop running through all the questions, over and over again. It was making her dizzy, and nauseous, but Mae didn’t have time to deal with what her body was going through. Her heart was pushing her to get to him.
The rain stopped its assault on her skin as she stepped under the large awning indicating she’d reached the entrance for the Emergency Room. She slipped her phone out of her back pocket.
Still no update from Hawk.
She was going to wring her brother’s neck for being the absolute worst communicator in an emergency. Fuck. Mae swept back her hair, the drenched tendrils itching her face before moving off her skin. She walked through the automatic doors, the scent of antiseptic assaulting her nose almost as quickly as the burn of the fluorescent lights seared her eyes.
A scan of the room showed a line of people waiting in front of a desk. She wanted to barge her way in front of everyone. Didn’t they know her soulmate was somewhere in that hospital fighting for his life? Didn’t they know the way things had been left between Mae and Stone was the beginning of a tragedy. Not the love story they deserved, but one that would haunt her for the rest of her life if he didn’t come out the other side…
“I hate you! I hate that you’ve done this to us.”
The venom she’d screamed at him earlier was etched painfully in her throat. Mae coughed, trying to clear out thememories that made her stomach ache—of a night she wished she could do over.
“I will never forgive you for breaking my heart like this. I am a fucking strong woman and I let you break me!”
NO! Mae bit down hard on the inside of her cheek. There was no point in revisiting those thoughts. Hawk found Stone. She had to believe help got there in time…
“Next!”
Finally!
“How can I help you?” A woman in bright blue scrubs asked from behind the counter.
“I’m looking for information on Stone Lawson. He was life-flighted here. Gunshot wounds, but I don’t know anything else.”
The woman didn’t even glance her way. No reassurance. No emotion. Nothing. “Your name?”
“Mae—uh, Michaela Morgan. My brother Hawk came in with him, but I don’t see him waiting for me here.”
“And your relationship to Mr. Lawson?”
Wife! Say you’re his wife… or his fiancée… they aren’t going to let you see him unless you lie. So lie. Lie and make sure he’s okay!
“I’m his girlfriend.”
