Page 117 of Sweet Sin

“But I need to stay here with you. I promised.”

“I’ll stay the night,” Hawk says. “You go. Go find her.”

I go to my sister’s bedside, kiss her fuzzy head. “Whatever this is, Raven, you do not let it get you. Do you hear me? You going away is not an option.”

“I’ll be okay, Falcon.”

I simply nod, and then I back out of the room.

As I walk to the elevators, I don’t know what to do.

I, Falcon Bellamy, don’t know what to do.

It’s an odd sensation, something I’m not sure I’ve ever felt.

Eight years ago, I knew what I had to do. I had to protect my brother.

A few days ago, I knew what I had to do. I had to protect Savannah.

All those times in prison, when I was either attacked or someone from my cell block was attacked, I knew what I had to do.

I had to protect them.

And now?

Yes, I have to protect Savannah. With everything in my being I know this.

But I don’t know where to start.

I find my car, get in.

I sit in the driver seat.

I’ll call Leif. He’ll know what to do. He worked as a bodyguard. He knows how to investigate.

I pull my new phone out of my pocket, but my fingers don’t move.

That crow is still pecking the back of my neck, but with that I feel something new.

Something I’ve suppressed for so long.

I feel fear.

For Savannah.

For what my life might be without her.

I scribble a quick text to Leif.

I need your help. Meet me at the hospital. You know what to do.

Then I head back into the building, back up to the trauma ward, back to Giancarlo’s room.

I walk in, and he’s still lying alone, asleep.

A nurse could come in at any time and check his vitals, but at this point I don’t care.

“Wake up, you fucking son of a bitch.”

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