Page 178 of Broken Saint

We crash through the door to his room, and Luca and Kane jump to their feet in shock.

“Is everything okay?” Luca asks, looking between us with wide eyes.

“Y-you said that—" West starts but is unable to finish because he’s so out of breath.

“He moved?”

“Yeah, come and hold his hand. I think he can hear us,” Kane says, moving from my seat.

I rush over and take Colt’s hand in both of mine.

“Colt, baby. I’m right there. West too. Can you hear me?” I want to be strong. I want him to hear that I’m coping, that I’m holding it together without him, but my voice is cracked and full of emotion.

If he can hear me, he’s going to know that I’m falling apart.

But that is all forgotten the moment I feel his fingers twitch against mine.

“Oh my god. You can. You can hear me.”

My sobs come loud and fast as West appears at his other side and takes his other hand.

“Bro,” West croaks. “We’re all here, man.”

My face tingles with attention and when I look up, I find West’s eyes.

“It’s going to be okay,” he mouths. A sob erupts from my throat, my heart aching.

The hope of that being true is too much to take on right now.

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COLTON

“It’s okay, baby. I’m right here.”

Something soft and warm brushes across my knuckles as her sweet yet sexy voice flows through my ears.

She’s here.

However, I have no idea where here is.

Not that it matters, as long as she’s with me.

“We’re all waiting for you, baby. Hell, the whole world seems to be waiting for you,” she continues, confusing me.

The world?

Why the hell would they care about me?

Her grip on my hand changes, both of hers cradling mine gently.

I want to squeeze back, to let her know that I can hear her. But I can’t. My body won’t cooperate.

I try so hard that I exhaust myself and I drift back off into darkness.

Although, I have to wonder if I was already there.

None of this is real.