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I lean forward, kissing her gently while using my hand to cup her face as she leans into it. We break away to get comfier on the bed, her head lying on my chest.

"Dad texted me, lucky I left my phone on the bridge so it still works," she says, and her face darkens.

"What did the bastard have to say?"I ask.

"It just said ‘I'm sorry,’" she replies sadly.

"Do you think he will leave you alone? I saw his face when you jumped. I know he didn't expect any of that to happen. I think he meant to trick you into getting what he wanted,"I tell her.

"I owe you my brother’s life," she says, her voice a whisper. I’m glad, in a way, she doesn’t comment on her dad. We have plenty of time to talk about him in the future. I don’t blame her for focusing on Tris.

"No, you don’t. He helped us a few times with your dad, we are friends now. Tris saved my life, too," I say, knowing I'm not going to tell her that her dad ordered Tristan to kill me or he would be killed.

"When?" she asks.

"Not my story to tell, angel, but trust me, your brother and I are even,"I reply and kiss her on top of her head.

"When the fuck were you going to tell me about all of this?" Sebastian says from the door, with an angry-looking Izzy at his side. The two of them look fucking scary when they are glaring at you.

Luke jumps out of his seat, landing on the floor, and I can't help but chuckle, which makes Allie laugh. Soon, we are all laughing, not being able to help ourselves.

"I was so worried when Harley called." Izzy comes over, holding my hand and squeezing Allie’s shoulder.

"Blake is pissed at you guys, too. He is on his way," Izzy directs that to Allie, who cringes a little.

"We knew he would keep you safe, which is why I didn't call him," Allie says.

“Did you really jump off a bridge? A bridge over a river, Allie! I just don’t know why you didn’t tell me. I could have lost my best friend and my brother on the same night,” Izzy says, her voice full of anger.

“You couldn’t have helped me. I did what I had to. And I’m not sorry for it,” Allie replies, and Izzy deflates with a nod. She must understand Allie did it out of love and nothing else.

"Why wasn't I called? You’re my goddamn, fucking, twin!" Sebastian shouts at me, standing at the end of the bed with a glare that would make a lesser man shit his pants.Allie just looks up at me.

"Maisy needs you. That’s why you weren’t called," I say simply, and his face gets angrier, if that’s possible. At least, it’s aimed at me and not Allie this time.

"You needed me more right then, and Maisy would have understood. We are Kings, and we do things together. Do you think I could deal with losing you while I sat at home?" Sebastian asks sharply.

"I'm sorry, Sebastian, but I still think Harley, Luke, and Allie were right," I say honestly, understanding his side. I couldn’t cope in his situation, and his face softens before he comes over to my side and pulls me into a hug.

"Shit, that hurts." I gasp as pain rattles my ribs.

"You deserve it, you bastard." He grins as he pulls away, and I chuckle.

"How's Tris?" Izzy asks, holding Allie’s hand next to the bed.

"He will be okay. I'm going to move into his apartment for the next month to help him. His leg is broken in three places and getting about will be difficult in a full leg cast. I'm hiring a nurse to live in for four days of the week, while I have work, and I will be there the other three days," Allie says.

"Call me if you need help," Izzy insists, and I smile at how close they are.

"Excuse me, there are too many people in this room. Only two are allowed, and I need to do some checks on Mr. King," a voice says from the door, startling everyone. I look over Allie’s shoulder to see a, maybe sixty-year-old, nurse tapping her foot, looking very annoyed with us all.

"Sorry, we will wait outside," Luke says with a big smile and walks past the nurse with everyone following, except Allie, who looks worried.

"I've just got you back, I can't leave you just yet, and Tris is being checked over," she says. I place my hand on her cheek.

"I'm not going anywhere," I whisper back.

"You can stay, little poppet, if you like, but sit your bum on that chair over there," the nurse says, making me chuckle.

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