Page 117 of Playing With Danger

“I’m fine, Mother.”

She frowned but quickly softened her face and nodded.

“What don’t you want to lie to me about?”

My mother’s face paled, Hayden picked up my other hand, and my gaze shot to Valentine.

I’m not walking out of here, is that it? I shifted my legs under the blankets. They moved. I twisted my arms the best I could with my hands being held but they moved. My body was no longer numb. I could speak again.

But something was wrong. Something bad.

“Someone please tell me, am I dying?”

“No!” My mother’s firm answer made me relax. “The doctor says you’ll make a full recovery.”

That was good news.

But there was still something wrong.

“We need to talk to you about Khloe,” Valentine explained.

Right.

The crazy bitch who stabbed me.

My eyes immediately went to my stomach. How had I forgotten?

“She stabbed me.”

“Six times.”

Six?

Six times?

“Six?” I screeched, and instantly regretted it when my throat burned.

“Two deep. Four superficial. Thankfully, her angle of attack meant she didn’t do internal damage.”

Well, thank God for that. But the crazy bitch stabbed me six times. Also thank God, I only remembered the first one.

“Where is she? Did you find her?”

Valentine waited until I dragged my gaze back to him before he laid it out. “She was killed during the rescue.”

The rescue.

Khloe was dead.

I turned to look at Hayden. My head swam with the quick movement, but when I regained focus, Hayden was already shaking his head.

“Hux, I love and adore you, but if you ask me how I’m doing, I’m gonna be pissed.”

“She was…you were…” I didn’t want to say he was screwing her in front of my mother so I settled on, “Seeing her.”

“Then she drugged you, kidnapped you, and stabbed you,” he said, like that said it all.

And in a way I guess it did.

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