Page 102 of Savage Reign

How ridiculous. Maverick was the one who needed the stitching, but they were trying to comfort me. I knew I was the one squeezing Maverick’s hand, not the other way around.

“Almost done,” Maverick cooed.

I would laugh if I wasn’t busy thinking about how they were all so calm about this. They were used to it. There was that day Maverick came to my room with a bullet wound. It couldn’t be more than a month or two ago, even if the memory felt like a lifetime away.

And now this?

“Done,” Killian said. I looked up in time to see Killian wrapping Maverick’s side with medical gauze.

I blinked. That was fast.

“See, little monster. Nothing to worry about.”

Right. Easy for him to say.

I turned to Killian. “Will he be okay?”

Killian didn’t say anything for a moment. Just looked at me with that intense way of his that made me feel like he could see straight into my soul. “He will be. But why don’t you sleep with him tonight? You know, be there in case he needs one of us.”

I nodded. This was something I needed. A task to do. And there wasn’t a chance in hell I was leaving Maverick’s side.

“Great,” Silas said, standing up and helping me stand as well. He leaned down and kissed my cheek. “Why don’t you go get ready for bed? Killian and I will help Maverick, and by the time you come back, you can both go to bed.”

I bit my bottom lip, not really wanting to leave Maverick’s side.

Silas turned me around and slapped my butt playfully. I jumped a little, and he directed me out the door. It wasn’t until I was halfway back to my room that I realized I had been ready for bed hours before. But they probably wanted me out of the room to talk to Maverick. Perhaps about his injury, or how he got it, or even the men involved.

Whatever it was, I wasn’t happy to be left out.

But now wasn’t the time to fight them on it. I decided to change shirts. Then I brushed my hair and cleaned up the already-cleaned room. When I decided they had enough time, I walked back to Maverick’s room. Silas was helping him get into bed. I stood by the door, suddenly feeling unsure.

Maverick noticed me first. He opened his arm. I didn’t need to be asked twice. I walked over to him and carefully climbed onto the bed, tucking myself in close to his uninjured side.

He wrapped me tightly against him, leaning back and kissing my forehead.

Silas watched us for a beat. There was some unnamed emotion in his eyes that I couldn’t figure out, but he looked away from me before I could ask.

He walked around the bed, bent down, and planted a hard kiss on my lips. I closed my eyes and savored the taste of him. He pulled away too quickly.

“Good night, angel.”

Without another word, he walked away. Killian returned from the bathroom then, staring after Silas’ retreating back. He frowned after the man before looking at Maverick. Letting out a sigh, he said, “I’ll talk to him.”

Maverick nodded.

I waited until the door closed behind us before turning to Maverick. “What was that about?”

“Silas is pissed at me,” Maverick answered.

I frowned. “Why?”

“Because I pushed him out of the way. That’s how I got the injury.”

My frown deepened. I didn’t know how to respond to that.

Maverick let out a small sigh, squeezing me to him. “Because he thinks I take too many risks. That I always place their lives above my own.”

I nodded, relaxing. I finally understood. I carefully rested my head on his chest, and he played with my hair. “And do you?” I asked. “Do you always take so many risks?”

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