Page 37 of The King's Boy

"Stay in bed for the next seventy-two hours and do as I say and I will show you just how much fun I can be."

I brightened visibly. "I'll take that deal." I might have said those words just to hear Spencer snort.

He did not disappoint me.

It was a lovely sound.

I knew it was perverse of me to enjoy it so much, but people just didn't act like this around me. Spencer wasn't impressed with who I was one damn bit, and I loved that.

Getting upstairs was a little harder than I thought it would be. I had an arm injury, but for some reason it seemed to affect my legs. They weren't as steady as I was used to. They were weak and wobbly.

I was not a fan.

I especially didn't like appearing so weak in front of Spencer. He should always see me as strong and powerful. Yes, it was macho bullshit, but that didn't make it any less true.

I was actually kind of relieved when we reached the bedroom and Spencer and Malloy helped me onto the bed. I wasn't in a ton of pain, but my arm was beginning to ache.

I waited until Spencer walked into the bathroom before turning to look at Malloy. "Did you assign someone to clean up the warehouse?"

Malloy nodded. "I've got guys working on it now."

"I don't want any trace of anything left by the time our workers get there in the morning." While all of the people that worked in the warehouse worked for me, there was always a chance of someone saying something to the wrong person.

"I also have someone looking into who did this," Malloy continued. "Once we identify everyone involved in the hit on the warehouse, we'll have a better idea of who ordered this."

"No one makes a move without me."

"I'll let you know if I find anything."

I gave the man a weak smile.

"Here, take this." A hand with a couple of white pills and another with a glass of water were shoved in my face.

I grimaced as I tossed the two pills into my mouth and swallowed them down with the water. I wasn't big on pill popping, or any drug really.

Growing up, I had seen what it did to people around me and I never wanted it to happen to me. To this day I had never taken illegal drugs and I barely tolerated over the counter medications, only taking them in extreme cases.

I guess this qualified.

Spencer settled on the bed beside me and reached for my wrist before glancing down at his watch.

"Are you going to keep me company?" I asked.

"I have something to do first, but then I will."

I narrowed my eyes. "What?"

"Your infirmary." He dropped my wrist and looked up at me. "It's nice, but you need better supplies. I'm going to do a quick inventory."

I nodded as that made sense. "Give a list of what you think we need to Malloy, and he'll make it happen." If it helped keep him here, Spencer could have a fully decked out infirmary.

"I still need someone to go and get my bag." Spencer plucked at his shirt. "I'm not going to wear this for days on end and you don't have nearly enough color in your closet. Black and white aren't color."

I kept my chuckle low because too much movement sent shards of pain shooting down my arm. "Give Malloy the address and he'll send someone to pick it up."

Spencer glanced at Malloy over his shoulder before rattling off an address. "I should probably call Brandy and let her know you are coming by to grab my stuff." He suddenly winced and looked a little hesitant. "Be careful of Brandy. She's...intense."

"Is she dangerous?" Malloy asked.