Page 167 of Broken Saint

Kane has left. Someone needed to go and rescue Kyan from his poor sitter. But everyone else is still here. The guys look wrecked, but they refuse to leave.

It warms my heart that Colt is so loved. I just wish I could tell him. Explain to him that we’re all here fighting with him.

“Are you sure you don’t want anything?” Letty says, holding a bag of chips in front of me.

I shake my head, my stomach rolling at just the thought of having something inside it.

She gives me a small smile but surprisingly doesn’t argue.

The room falls silent and I stare at the clock, watching as the minutes tick by and we don’t hear anything.

No news is good news, right?

When the door finally does open, my heart jumps into my throat as all the others spring to their feet.

“What’s happening?” Luca asks the second West appears.

I thought the others looked rough, but they’ve got nothing on him. He looks like he’s been awake for a month and been to hell and back twice.

“No news. He’s stable,” he explains before turning his eyes on me. “Dad’s going to his hotel. I’ve spoken to him. Explained. Once he’s gone you can come back.”

The sob of relief that rips from my throat doesn’t even sound like me.

I’m on my feet and racing toward him in a heartbeat.

My legs barely hold me up, I’m so exhausted, but thankfully, the second I collide with his chest, he wraps his arms around me and holds me up.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Anything, El. You know that.”

“What happened with your dad?” Brax asks.

I don’t see it, but I feel it when West shakes his head at his best friend.

I’m about to ask how long I have to wait to see him when a shadow falls over us from outside the room.

“Coach Rogers,” Luca greets coolly.

My blood turns to ice, my entire body locking up as I prepare for what he might have to say to me now.

“Dunn,” Dalton states with a curt head nod. “Son, I’ll be back in the morning. Call me if there’s news.”

“I will.”

“And,” he says before his eyes drop to me, “I hope you’re right.”

“I’m always fucking right,” he states. I don’t need to look up to know he’s attempting to smirk.

Dalton makes some kind of noise at the back of his throat before bidding West goodnight.

“Come on. Let’s go and see your man,” West says without missing a beat.

He tucks me into his side and guides me back to Colt’s room.

I curl back up in the chair beside him and hold his cool hand tightly in one of mine.

“If you need to go and shower or eat or?—”