Page 32 of No Saint

He shakes his head.

When Asher returns with the bags for Lincoln, him and Atlas take them back to the car while we wait in the middle of the mall.

I was hot. Too hot and hungry. I didn’t want to be here.

“You’re very pale,” Colt mentions.

I wave him off, pacing but finding myself wobbly on my legs. I grip the edge of a bench to stop myself from falling.

“Mrs Saint,” Colt grabs me.

“Stop…” I wheeze, “Stop calling me that.”

Why was I out of breath? I place a hand on my head, eyes blurring.

“Amelia,” He holds me still, “When did you eat last?”

I shake my head. I couldn’t remember.

“Shit.”

His arm comes around me to hold me upright and I don’t fight him as he walks me towards the food hall, positioning us both in a booth near the exit. He calls the twins before he orders from the menu. I don’t listen to what he gets, not as I place my face in my hands and close my eyes trying to get this dizziness to pass.

“Here,” he wraps a hand around my wrist, forcing me to look at him as he passes me a bottle of water. I take it without question, sipping from it.

“I’m fine.”

Colt scowls at me. “You’ll eat.”

“Just take me back to the house, I’ll eat there.”

“You’ll eat here.”

It takes twenty minutes for the fogginess to pass, “I’m fine, Colt, can we just go?”

I make to climb from the booth now I’ve got a little more strength but a hand slaps down against the back of the bench, a body filling the space, blocking my exit.

“Sit down, Amelia,” Gabriel growls.

My mouth drops open, “What are you doing here?”

“You think they wouldn’t tell me when mywifewas ill?”

“I am not ill.”

“You almost passed out,” he counters.

I roll my eyes and shoot a glare to Colt. It was either him or one of the twins that had reported back to him. I cross my arms and sit back down. I didn’t have any other option. He slides into the empty space next to me, eyes on the side of my face.

A waitress drops bowls of food at the table.

“Eat.”

“Fuck you.”

“Maybe later,” Gabriel murmurs low, “eat.”

“You’re disgusting.”