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He will die.

There’s a knock on the door and the light flips on. I shoot off the bed, meeting the nurse before she makes it to us. “Turn the fucking light off. Her head was bashed into a steering wheel.” I growl and her eyes widen, flipping the switch quickly.

“H-here’s the discharge papers and her prescriptions.” She stammers.

I take the paperwork from her, folding it and sticking it in my back pocket.

“Does she need a wheelchair?” The nurse asks.

“No.” Lifting her into my arms, she groans, and I carefully guide her head to my chest. “I’m taking you home, baby.”

She whimpers and I imagine all the ways I’m going to make that motherfucker suffer for what he’s done to her. Passing the nurse on the way out of the room, she steps back quickly to put distance between us. I stride down the hallway, trying my best not to jostle Nova in my arms. We reach the truck, and she groans, the sun intensifying the pain in her head.

Opening the passenger side, I set her in the seat, reaching inside the console. I pull out a pair of jet-black sunglasses with black out lenses. They make it seem like nighttime. “Can you slide these on? They’ll protect your eyes and help your head.”

She takes them slowly, grimacing as she slides them on her face. I close the door as gently as possible. Once I’m settled in my seat, I squeeze her thigh, letting her know everything is going to be okay. “I’m going to take you home and get you settled and then I’ll go get your prescriptions filled.”

“No!” She arches out of the seat, gripping my wrist. “I want to go with you. I’ll wait in the truck.”

“Okay, baby. You can go.”

She slumps back in the seat again and I watch her for a few moments. My heart slams against my chest, my fist clenching around the steering wheel.

She’s terrified.

Glancing down, I notice a dark stain on the truck emblem in the middle.

It’s her fucking blood.

It feels like my bones are breaking and my muscles are ripping apart. There’s a transformation happening inside me and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt.

I’ve killed many people.

Some of them for Nova.

She’s been assaulted and mistreated over and over by this world.

But, never have I seen her shaken like this. The evidence of her attack is staring me in the face and I’m slowly turning into the devil people think I am.

I need to get her home and safe because I don’t know how long I can cage this beast.

Chapter Twenty-seven

Nova

“Where’s my car?” I ask, my head throbbing with every word I speak.

Colt had my prescriptions filled, but the pain medication didn’t help much. We both had a restless night.

My injuries being the cause of mine.

His brooding rage the cause of his.

While I’m angry about what Max did to me, I don’t want Colt to go after him unprepared and unfocused.

The man beside me is larger than life and I know he usually has the upper hand in any confrontation, but something about this doesn’t feel right. There’s more to what’s going on and I can’t put my finger on it, especially with this fucking migraine.

“That’s a conversation for another time.” He whispers and my stomach sinks.

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