Page 113 of Fangs
“I’m a healer, I’d fuckin know.”
He snorted, and the corner of my mouth lifted slightly. He motioned for me to lift my head and replaced the pillow, then flopped on his back beside me.
“You know you can always do this, right?” he asked.
“Do what?”
“Tell me shit.”
“Why? So you can yell at me?” I grumbled.
“I’m not yellin’ at you. I’mgentlytellin’ you that sometimes you’re a big ol’ dummy.”
I huffed. “I’m not good at talking.”
“Well, I’m excellent at talkin’, so I’ll help you get better.”
I choked on a laugh. “Just cause you talk all the fuckin’ time doesn’t mean you’regoodat it.”
He grumbled about how mean I was, but I suddenly remembered the question I’d meant to ask.
“Where did Mac go? Why aren’t they back yet?”
I felt him stiffen and quickly lifted my head to look at him. He grimaced at me.
“What?” I demanded. “Where are they?”
“We got a distress call from Lana.”
I stared at him, sure I’d heard him wrong. “FromLana?”
“I’m sorry,” he said, “It wasn’t a secret, but I kinda forgot to tell you with everything goin’ on. She’s apparently real sick—on her deathbed.”
“Lana?” I repeated.
“Look, what she did to you was horrible, but she’s our family. Mac couldn’t let her die alone, and Raven and Griz wanted to join.”
“They’re not bringing her back for me to heal?” I felt strangely numb.
Now Sam looked surprised. “We’d never ask you to do that after what she did to you.”
I stared at him without really seeing him, my mind whirling.
“What’s goin’ on in that head?”
“Why aren’t you going?”
He smiled, but it looked pasted on his face. “I know if I caught it, you’d probably kill me yourself.”
I stared at him, struggling to pull in a deep breath as my throat ached. I saw his pain through the fake smile and the joke. It obviously hurt him that he couldn’t say goodbye to someone he considered his family. I tried to push away the suffocating memory of being pinned to the floor. Lana had hated me, still hated me based on what she’d told Wolf and his crew, and while I wasn’t exactly a fan of hers, I couldn’t entirely blame her. She’d lost her twin brother.
Was I seriously considering this?
It’s what Trey would’ve done.
“Shortcake?” Sam asked, his brow furrowing.
“Would they bring her back if I wanted to heal her?”
