Page 5 of Viper's Desire
To her.
She’s out of the car now. She must have climbed out while Saber was hauling me up, and now she’s standing a few feet off, taking in the whole scene.
“Who the fuck is that?” He jerks his chin in her direction.
“She found me on the road,” I respond. “Stitched me up, drove me here. She’s not a threat.”
“She’s a stranger who just heard too much about club business.” Saber isn’t talking to me. He’s looking dead at her. “And that’s a problem.”
A cold feeling hardens in me. The part that does the hurting. And right now, that feeling is aimed at Saber.
He better not fucking touch her. She’s not a threat.
“Back off.” I pull away from him until I’m standing on my own. A sharp pain jolts across my stomach from the movement. “She saved my fucking life.”
Saber goes quiet. Nobody talks to him like this.
I certainly never have.
He stays silent. The corner of his mouth pulls, and it isn’t a smile.
“Fine,” he finally says. “She’s your problem, then. If she says anything, it’s your responsibility.”
“Understood.”
The girl clears her throat, and the two of us turn to her.
“I won’t cause trouble.” Her chin is up, and there’s not a tremor in her. “I didn’t see or hear anything worth telling. And I know how to keep my mouth shut. I’ve had a lot of practice.”
There’s a whole history under that last part.
“Good,” I say.
She wants me to say something. Most people want a thank-you after they save a life. But my kindness might be the reason she shows up here again, so I keep it to myself.
“You need to forget me,” I say instead. “You never found me on the road. And you were never here.”
She doesn’t answer. Her chin holds. But her eyes go soft, just for a beat, and it tugs at something I don’t want tugged.
She nods, and she gets back into her car.
Saber gets a shoulder under my bad side. “Come on, inside. You can give me the full story. I’m calling Doc to check her work.”
I don’t push him off this time. It fucking hurts to walk.
I climb the porch steps with his help. Every step pulls at the stitches she put in me. But the stitches hold. She’s good.
I reach the top step when her engine turns over behind me. Gravel, a slow turn, and then the sound of her driving off.
She’s some girl from town. She’ll go home and never come near us again. That’s how it has to go.
I told her to forget me. I meant it.
But there’s no fucking way I’m forgetting her.
CHAPTER 3
EDEN
