Page 12 of Redemption

My right wrist is heavy, and I dig it out of the covers. “Shit,” I mutter. “I broke my wrist?”

“Doctor says you’re lucky it wasn’t both. You must have tried to break your fall.”

My hand shakes when I press my fingers to the bridge of my nose. Better my wrist than my face. “Where’s Jay?”

“Next room. They’re releasing him today. Minor scrapes and bruising. He didn’t lose consciousness, so he was able to call for an ambulance for you, Adiel, and Dominic.”

“Dominic?” My brain is fuzzy, and I forgot about him. “He would have been farther away.”

“Got hit with debris. A concussion, but otherwise minor injuries. Adiel has a concussion and two broken legs.”

“A bomb?”

Lena shakes her head. “An explosion of some sort. Jay says you both smelled gas just before you were knocked off your feet.”

“There are gaps,” I admit. “The last thing I recall is Adiel saying he’d have a firm completion date for the build in a month.” I swallow. “How long have I been in here?”

“Not long. Maybe two hours?”

“I was out the whole time?”

“They put you under while they set your wrist. You don’t remember coming in?”

“No,” I whisper. “Is my face okay?” I search for any signs of trauma with my fingers.

“Your face is as lovely as ever. A few minor scratches. No scarring or bruising,” Lena assures me.

Jay appears in the doorway. There’s a bandage on his forehead and another on his cheek. He may not be so lucky with the scarring. “You’re awake.”

“You’re alive.” I smile in spite of my pounding headache. That brief moment of panic about his safety still lingers underneath my good humor. He’s been my rock since Finn went into custody, and I can’t imagine being without him.

“The only part of me that suffered substantial injuries is my life force.” He gives me a wry grin and holds up his phone. Spiderweb cracks obscure the screen. “Hard to read.”

“Your wife will be pleased,” I tease.

“Because I’m alive or my phone isn’t useable?” He lifts an eyebrow and comes over to stand beside my bed. My smile widens.

“Do I need to remind you two of the seriousness of what happened?” Lena puts her hands on her wide hips.

The smiles drop off both our faces, and I scowl. She doesn’t. We could have died if we’d still been in the building. Any way I look at the accident, we had a lucky escape. “Are the police on site?”

“They are, yeah. Preliminary assumption, based on both of us smelling gas, is there was a leak. Then something ignited the gas.”

“Someone,” Lena says. “Mark my words, it won’t be something but someone.”

I frown. “Adiel, Jay, Dominic, and me. We were the only ones on site. None of us was in a position to ignite the gas.”

“Doesn’t take much if there’s enough. A spark. But yeah, I’m not convinced about the cause of the explosion,” Jay admits.

“How bad is the building?” I wince at the thought of the progress we’ll have lost.

“Hard to say.” He scratches the back of his head. “I was busy looking after all of you until the ambulances arrived. I’ll have to assess when the investigation is over.”

We’ll have to check into it when we get home from visiting Finn. My gaze lands on my cast. My heart kicks. “We leave in three days for Michigan.” Panic tinges my voice.

“I can go. Explain what happened. Keep him from murdering people to escape on his own.” There’s humor in his voice, but there’s no way that plan will work.

“If he thinks I’m hurt, he’s not going to listen to your assurances I’m okay.” I plop my head onto the pillow and immediately regret the sudden movement. Is this how Finn felt when he woke up in Switzerland? There’s no question he’s tougher than me. A broken wrist—no knife or gunshot wounds—and I’m spent. My body is filled with lead. I can’t believe I had the nerve to tease him back then.

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