Page 96 of Sweet Sin

“Whatever you say.”

“He’s on a twelve-hour shift. There are two others who split the job, so they’re all twelve on and then twenty-four hours off.”

“Okay.”

“I’m letting them stay on the property, Savannah—in their cars—and I’ll have someone stay in the house. Any extra protection is not a bad thing.”

I nod, gulping.

Falcon’s phone buzzes, and he grabs it out of his pocket. “Yeah, Dad?”

Pause.

“Fuck. I’ll be right there.”

He shoves it back in his pocket, a look of pure terror in his eyes. “I have to go.”

My pulse starts racing, and my skin chills. “Where? What’s wrong?”

“Raven’s sick. She’s back in the hospital.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“Vannah, you need—” He stops, clearly thinking. “All right. Come with me.”

The hospital gives me the creeps.

Ashley died here.

And now Raven’s back.

We hurry to the sixth floor, where Raven has been admitted.

“Dad!” Falcon races toward a handsome older man with graying blond hair and deep blue eyes.

Mr. Bellamy gives Falcon a quick embrace. “Falcon. Thanks for coming.”

“Where’s Mom?”

“Inside, with Raven.”

He grabs my hand. “This is Savannah Gallo. Vannah, my father, Austin Bellamy.”

I shake his large hand. “Hi, Mr. Bellamy.”

“Savannah.” Mr. Bellamy’s blue gaze softens. “I’m sorry for all you’ve been through in the past few days.”

I’m not sure what to say to that, so I simply nod.

Falcon says no more as he scurries into Raven’s room.

“She’ll be okay, right?”

Austin Bellamy’s eyes are dark rimmed. “We don’t know anything yet.”

“What happened?” I blink. “If you can talk about it, I mean. I don’t want to interfere.”

“She’s running a slight fever and she has a bruise on her leg.”

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