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I narrow my eyes at her, my blood boiling with rage.

“You don’t tell me what I have the right to do. That’s my wife and my baby,” I say, eerily calm because I want it to sink into that thick fucking skull of hers. I’ve dealt with her mouth long enough.

“You best stay out of this one, Claire. I’m not playing with you anymore.” Claire clamps her mouth shut. I move my eyes slowly away from her and look back to the nurse. “Take me to them.”

“Sir, we really…”

“Now!” I yell.

They all look at each other. “Okay,” she says. “Get him a wheelchair and let’s put that IV back in his arm.

I wait for them to do what she asks as she walks around the nurses’ desk.

“What happened?” Jace asks me.

I shake my head as I think back. “I don’t know. We were headed to get ice cream and an SUV ran the red light.”

“Who shot you then?” Jace asks, looking at Claire like she’s being a bitch for nothing. But she isn’t.

“I don’t know. I didn’t see his face.”

As I think back on the threat, the nurse walks back to me and begins cleaning the blood off my arm. I feel Claire’s eyes boring into me. She knows something’s up. The girl has a sixth sense about shit. It’s annoying.

I’m told to sit down, and the IV is replaced. “You can spend a few minutes with them, but then you have to get some rest, or you’ll be no good to anyone. And Kathrine is going to need you,” the lady nurse says. I look at her badge. “Thanks, Linda,” I say as she wheels me to see K. Jace and Claire follow behind as we head to the elevator. We don’t speak as we head to the floor my family is on.

My mind replays the whole accident—that wasn’t an accident. That man sought me out. I pinch the bridge of my nose, my arm starting to pulse. What was that name he said?

And why the hell did he shoot me? He wasn’t aiming to kill. He was sending a message, but to whom? Who do I know that would be connected to…?

Holy shit.

Bones.

Chapter Thirty- Two

Bryce

The nurse opens the door, and I see Mills sitting in a chair, looking down at a newspaper. He looks up.

“Hey, man.” He folds the paper and stands, but my eyes go to K who’s asleep, or knocked out, or I don’t know, because she’s blood-dried and her arm is wrapped. She looks so damn fragile, my heart splits in two.

I go to push off the wheelchair, but the nurse touches my shoulder. “I’ll take you to her,” Linda says.

I nod, feeling drained. “What’s wrong?” I ask.

Linda parks the chair. “I’m not her nurse, so I’m not sure. I’ll go grab the doctor so he can explain everything to you.”

“Thanks,” I say as she leaves the room. Everyone is quiet. Not a single sound but the machines K is hooked up to. Her hair is a knotted mess, her face pale. Her lips are dry, and it’s only been a few hours. But she’s been through hell.

“Do you know, Mills?” I ask, not taking my eyes off K. I reach up and grab her hand, bringing it to my lips.

He clears his throat. “Let’s let the doctor tell you. I’m not good at that sort of thing.” He tosses the folded paper onto the chair he was seated in. “I’m glad you’re okay,” he says. “She’s alive, and I think she’ll be okay, too, and Rylee is in the nursery.”

I look at him.

He smirks. “She’s a cute kid. You did good. I think I’ll go see her.”

I nod, too emotional to say anything right now. Dear God, what would I have done if they didn’t make it?

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