Page 129 of Fangs
“Wolf thinks I’m givin’ people powers,” I whispered.
His eyes lit up in a way that made me nervous. “I want one!”
“Sam, if Iam, I’m not doing it consciously!” I snapped.
“Well, then tell your subconscious to get on it!”
I rolled my eyes and turned toward the hold. “When do they get back?”
“Tomorrow afternoon or evening.”
I took a deep breath. “Ok.”
“Uh, have you told your brother about Lana yet?”
I furrowed my brow. “No?”
“Well, seeing as they met her and now they know she lied to them…they might not be, uh, thrilled.”
Oh right.
“Also, Jax is pretty sure you hate his guts now.”
My eyes widened. “What?”
“He thinks you’re furious about Clarity.”
I frowned. “Iamfurious about Clarity, but I don’t hate Jax.”
“Well, you might want to tell him that ’cause the poor kid’s a mess.”
I heaved a sigh and started trudging back up to the clinic with Sam following. Wolf was sitting in one of the wooden chairs, his gaze fixed on the floor. Scar stood beside him with her hand on his shoulder. Lee had pulled another chair up to Wolf, leaning close and speaking in a low voice. Sable and Kai stood against the wall together, Sable’s head resting on Kai’s shoulder. Tuck was sitting in another chair, oiling one of his guns. They all went quiet and looked at me when I came in, and I had to fight the urge to shudder at the weight of so many eyes. The clinic was not big enough for this many people.
I stopped without warning in the middle of the room, Sam bumping into me. “Mac and his crew are bringing Lana back here. She’s really sick. I told them to bring her back so I can heal her.”
The shocked silence didn’t last long.
“You what?” Lee was the first to speak, and his voice was dangerous.
“Ember—” Wolf growled.
“I’m not askin’ for your permission,” I interrupted. “Just tellin’ you as a… a courtesy.” With that, I turned and retreated up the ladder, ignoring the angry questions being shouted at me.
Clarity, Sky, and Jax were all still huddled on my mattress. Jax clambered to his feet and approached me, his eyes wide and miserable.
“Bones, I’m so sorry,” he mumbled.
“It’s alright, Jax.” I softened my voice. “I’m not mad at you, I swear.”
His eyes widened even further, and he glanced at Sam and then back at me. His dark blue eyes were full of tears. “So you’re not gonna kick me out of the crew?”
I blinked, taken aback. “What? No!”
“Jax, you’re never gonna get kicked out, bud,” Sam said, and from his gentle but exasperated tone, this was not the first time they’d had this conversation.
“But Lana?—”
“Lana tried to hurt her. It’s not the same.” Sam interrupted.
