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The rhythm wasn’t shockable.

There wasn’t anything we could do.

It wasn’t his heart.

It was the fact that his lungs were most likely burned to Rice Krispies; there was nothing viable left. Even if his heart were to be working, there wasn’t anything in his body to oxygenate his lungs when his lungs were no more.

“He’s gone,” I croaked.

Kettle sighed and placed his hand down on Tunnel’s chest, only then realizing what he was touching.

Tunnel’s cut.

I saw the moment realization dawned on him.

One second he was only upset over losing a patient.

The next he was devastated. Eviscerated.

The moan of pain was echoed by us all as one of our own died, and two more were still inside, fighting for their lives, too.

It felt like hours as we all watched the back of the house.

Me, I’d have gotten up, which I’d tried to do, but my body just wouldn’t respond.

At some point oxygen was thrust over my face, an annoying presence that obstructed my field of view of the back door.

But after a long ten minutes, it was more than obvious that no one was coming out of that door.

Especially after the back half of the roof collapsed, effectively blocking the final entrance that wasn’t encased in fire.

I lost it.

Chapter 21

You will live on in my heart. I will avenge you, even if it takes me and my whole mother fuckin’ club to do it.

-A biker promise

Rue

“You have to wait until they’re both out of here before we discuss the funeral arrangements,” an insistent voice growled from the chair beside me.

My eyes blinked open, gritty and coarse.

It felt like I’d rubbed some sandpaper over the whites of my eyes.

I was surprised to find my bed surrounded by men.

Sebastian. Silas. Loki. Trance. DP. Kettle. Cord.

My hospital bed.

Why were they all in here?

Then I noticed who wasn’t there.

Cleo.

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