Page 27 of Dark Little Game
Why did I kiss you? How did I ever have the fucking courage?
I realize one of my arms has fallen asleep and I groan a little as I try to move, shifting positions on the sofa.
The moment I move my body an inch, Weston and Noah realize I’m half-awake.
And they’re at my side in an instant.
“There he is,” Roman says from the edge of the room, clapping his hands together.
Roman doesn’t usually say much, but it seems like he was truly worried about me.
Soon I realize the other side of the room is filled with people, too, including some girls from Luros and a few guys from Double Daggers, sitting on couches nearby.
Hunter just watches as the others come over to my side, asking me a million questions.
“Thank God,” Weston says, looking me over. “The nurse said you’d be fine in a few hours, but I was still praying you weren’t about to fucking croak.”
“Jesus, Knox, you don’t need to be so blunt when he just woke up,” Noah says, breathing deeply.
“Nurse?” I ask, my voice low. “What nurse?”
“We took you to the campus hospital. You got sniped,we couldn’t find anyone outside on Red Row who could have done it, and we didn’t know what the hell was in that thing. They found out it was just a strong sedative. Somebody wanted to tranquilize you, but not kill you.”
Yet again.
Just on the edge of death, but not crossing the line.
What the fuck is going on?
I bite the inside of my cheek. “Maybe they just got their dosage wrong. Anything can kill you in a high enough quantity.”
A group of the girls from Luros come over to give me hugs, even though I don’t know who some of them are. Things finally start to die down.
More than anything, I’m wrecked, bone-tired, and I want to go to bed.
I doze off, then come back to consciousness, over and over again, and I know there are still some remnants of the sedative in my blood taking me in and out of sleep.
Hunter doesn’t come over to comfort me.
But he watches me the whole time, as I drift in and out of lucidity.
Eventually, Weston helps me out of the common room and up to bed.
My own bed.
Finally.
Thank God.
As I finally pull the covers over me to sleep, the room is blissfully empty and Hunter isn’t in here.
All I can see is the opposite side of the dorm room.
The gleam of the knives that Hunter brought in here, laid out across his desk.
Knives that I could easily report him for. That I stillmightreport him for, if I want to.
That needle in my neck is exactly the kind of thing you’d do for fun, Hunter Knox.
