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She’s in fucking danger!
Calling Nova’s phone, she doesn’t answer, and I beat my fist against the steering wheel.
The turn for our road is up ahead and I barely tap the brakes before jerking the wheel. Dirt clouds behind me and I speed down the gravel road, the sound of rocks pinging against the truck drowned out by the ringing in my ears.
Reaching the cabin, what little bit of humanity I have left disappears.
The front door is wide open.
Chapter Twenty-nine
Nova
I felt him slip out of bed.
I listened as he got dressed.
Knowing what he was about to do, I didn’t stop him.
He needs this.
I hope I didn’t make a mistake by letting him go out there alone. He thinks the pain killers knock me out, but they have the opposite effect. They make me itch like crazy and keep me awake.
I knew he was watching me before he left. He was quiet and Bandit’s tail started twitching before he burrowed himself deeper into my side. When I heard the front door close, my heart sank. I’m too fucked up to help him and I know he has to do this before he implodes.
Please don’t let him get hurt.
Colt is the only person I’ve ever known who isn’t scared of anyone or anything. His confidence is enough to make people run screaming in the other direction. His wrath rivals Satan himself.
I’m not naïve enough to think he’d wait until I’m healed so we could do this together. It doesn’t stop me from worrying. He’s my heart and soul. If anything happens to him, there won’t be any moving on or starting over. There’ll be nothing left of me. I’lldie with him. We’re tethered together, our souls bonded where we’re no longer two separate people, but one being.
A series of beeps went off after he left, and I knew he locked down the house like a fortress.
My protector.
My head has finally eased up some, and I reach for Bandit. He makes an adorable purring noise, curling into my chest. Running my nails through his fur, he lifts his ass in the air, swaying from side to side. I move my fingers to the base of his tail, scratching him as his purrs get louder. He stretches his body like a cat, yawning and licking his lips.
“You want some peanut butter, buddy?” I coo and he perks up at the sound of his favorite words. I sit up slowly, propping myself against the headboard. He jumps into my lap, waiting patiently as I grab the jar off the nightstand, unscrewing the lid.
Offering it to him, he scoops some out with his paw. I smile as he licks it off each of his little fingers. He looks up at me and I nod. He reaches in for another helping before I replace the lid, putting it back on the table. “Good boy.”
He hops off my lap, racing back and forth on the mattress. Moving my fingers across the sheets, he chases them, chittering as he reaches for my hand, but I pull it away before he catches me.
We play like this until he finally plops down, rolling onto his back. “Poor buddy. You’re exhausted.” I scratch his belly and chest as he paws his face, looking too damn adorable.
All of a sudden, he shoots to his feet, his body tensing as his ears perk up. He usually does this when Colt comes home, but I doubt he’s had enough time to dole out his revenge.
Slowly, I slide out of bed, gripping the edge of the nightstand for balance. A wave of dizziness hits and I squeeze my eyes closed, waiting for it to pass. Once I feel centered again, I open my eyes as I hear gravel crunching in the driveway. Headlightsstream through the curtains, and I know immediately it’s not Colt.
A knot forms in my stomach.
What if the alarm doesn’t stop them? I’m useless at the moment, how am I supposed to fight?
I reach for my phone on the edge of the nightstand, but my trembling fingers knock it off, and it skids across the hardwood floor, under the bed.
Fuck!
I begin to spiral, staring around the room as the lights get brighter, the vehicle getting closer. My eyes dart all over the place, trying to think of something. I catch sight of Bandit, and I move to the bed, scooping him into my arms and carrying him into the bathroom. “You’ll be safe in here, baby boy. I’ll be back.”