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My back feels like it’s being sliced open by a thousand tiny knives as Pierce and Walker assist me to an unfamiliar bedroom on the first floor.
“Where are we going?”
“We can’t have you ripping out those stitches trying to climb up to your princess tower.” Pierce jokes.
I blink taking in the ornate carvings of the room complete with a plush carpet and intricate wallpaper design. “Looks like I got upgraded to the Queen’s suite.”
“This is my room.” I spin my head towards him. “It’s fine. I’m going to take the couch and Garrison is going to take your bedroom for the time being.”
I feel a frown forming trying to figure him out. Why was he being so nice? He’d called me baby multiple times since last night and even apologized. It was throwing me for a loop.
They set me down on the world’s comfiest bed. I could fall asleep right now.
“Knock, knock.” Skye calls from the door. “Whoa, nice room.”
I gesture for her to come in and she takes a seat next to me on the side of my bed. “I’m so glad you’re okay. I was worried about you all night.” She grabs my hand with a squeeze. “I brought you your phone.” I grab it, noticing it’s been charged.
“Thank you.” I can hardly keep my eyes open and feel the need to lay down.
I see Walker placing my bag that carries my ruined dress and beat up shoes.
“Take these.” Pierce says, handing me two slim white pills and a bottle of water.
I let go of Skye’s hand and obey, too tired to put up a fight. Just getting dressed and over to the house seemed to wipe me out.
“We’ll leave you alone to get some rest, but I’ll be back in 4 hours to change your bandages.” Pierce says shooing Walker and Skye out, shutting off the lights.
I lay back and do exactly what my body is begging of me. Sleep.
CHAPTER SIXTY-FOUR
Skye
The kitchen is packed with the guys arguing over what to make for Salem as she recovers in Pierce’s room.
“Everyone knows you make chicken soup for someone who’s sick!” Graham says swinging a ladle at Walker who’s attempting to make her a sandwich.
“She’s not sick, she’s injured!” Walker says slapping more meat onto the bread and easily dodging Graham’s makeshift weapon. The sandwich meat is piled on higher than she could even open her mouth, but I say nothing, instead enjoying the chaos that’s unfolding before me while munching on some chips. My feet swing lazily from the stool as I pop another chip into my mouth, chomping its salty exterior and trying not to focus on who or what could have attacked Salem right outside our house. But, with all the guys home it feels safe. I swallow down a sharp piece wondering if Salem was the intended target or were they on their way here, after the three of us who were the only ones not attending the ball. That thought sours my stomach, making me toss the remainder of my chips into the trash, wiping the grease from my fingers.
“I already ordered a gourmet dinner that’s being flown in from Seattle as we speak.”
Walker and Graham gape at Pierce who’s shaking his phone at them like a trump card.
“No fucking way.” Walker slams a piece of bread down on top of his meat tower. “What am I going to do with this then?” He gestures at his leaning tower of meat.
“I don’t know, eat it yourself.” Pierce says with a shrug, leaving the room while typing out something on his phone. His posture all business.
“What about my soup!” Graham laments.
“I’ll eat your soup.” I say grabbing a spoon, even though I’m not the least bit hungry anymore.
“Amore.” Graham says, tucking me against his hard chest with a smile. His mood swinging from angry to adoring. I pop my finger into the crook of his dimple.
“Oh, aren’t you two just adorable.” Lukas says, stalking in his words full of venom. I feel my spine straighten and my muscles tense. “You going to eat that sandwich?” He asks Walker, swiping up the plate.
“Go for it.” He grumbles in response, leaving the kitchen to go back to the basement.
Graham eyes Lukas warily. “Soup?”
