Scarlett stood in the middle of it.
Cloaked in darkness, the barest light illuminating her brittle shape.
Theo squinted as he studied her. “You okay?”
She itched on her feet.
“I can’t sleep.” Her words barely broached the dense air.
Theo gave her a tight nod. He got it. The unease and fear she felt.
It’d been a whole showdown with the rest of his brothers after they’d arrived back from a run they’d done for the MC.
He doubted she felt that welcome, and on top of it, she was in pain.
Likely both the physical and emotional kind.
Raven, the sweetheart, had tended to her wounds and given her a couple Tylenol, so Theo was honestly surprised that Scarlett didn’t go knocking at her door rather than his. But maybe there’d been some kind of trust formed between them.
A bond just in the fact that he’d helped her to stand.
Her gaze dipped for a beat before she rushed, “Can I sleep with you?”
A frown drew across Theo’s brow. Something unsettled flopped around inside him.
Still, he dipped his chin and lifted his covers. “Sure.”
Scarlett tiptoed to his bed then curled in beside him.
She released a weighed breath, like she was giving every trial and tribulation she carried to him.
And maybe he was meant to hold it.
Maybe there’d been a whole reason he’d stumbled on her.
“I want to know who hurt you so I can handle it.” He mumbled it quietly at her head.
A surge of protectiveness boiling inside him.
Like he was holding someone he was supposed to fight for.
“He’s not worth it,” she mumbled, clinging to him. “And I don’t want you getting into trouble.”
Trouble.
He almost laughed.
Obviously, she didn’t have the first clue.
“Someone does this to you, they’re bound to do it to someone else.”
He’d gladly do it just for her, but he had a feeling it would be the only way to talk any sense into her.
He could tell she was innocent.
She’d been nothing but shy and sweet the whole night.
“I…”