Page 128 of Spinner's Luck

“Goddammit,” he growled under his breath.

I reached up, pressing my hand against his chest, his cut, his heart. “Go,” I whispered. “I’ll be inside with Brenda.”

His gaze snapped down to me, wild and dark and full of worry. “I don’t want to leave you alone.”

“You won’t be.” I forced a smirk, weak but real. “Brenda’s scarier than any of you.”

Brenda snorted. “Damn right I am.”

Spinner exhaled hard, jaw flexing, but he nodded. Then he turned and stormed off with the others, shoulders tight, fists clenched, like he was two seconds from losing it completely.

I knew the feeling.

Brenda’s hand landed on my back, guiding me inside, straight into the kitchen. She shoved me into a chair, moving with purpose.

“Sit.” She dropped a bowl in front of me. “Eat. It’s not much, but with Josie on club business, it’ll have to do.”

I stared at it. Some kind of soup. It smelled good.

And I was starving.

I barely lifted the spoon before my hand started shaking.

Brenda saw. Didn’t say a word. Just pulled up a chair and squeezed my hand, letting me breathe.

I tried. Really, I did. But my stomach was a knot of exhaustion and unease.

“I think I’ll just take a shower and sleep,” I muttered, pushing the bowl away as I forced myself to stand. My legs still felt like they weren’t my own.

Brenda hugged me once more. “You’ll feel better with some rest.” She hesitated. “I’ll tell Zeynep you’re back. She’ll be relieved.”

“Thanks.”

I left the kitchen and headed straight to Spinner’s room. I didn’t want to be alone, not really, and I needed to feel him around me.

When I stepped into the shower, the scalding water hit my skin, washing away the dirt, the sweat, the blood.

But not him.

Not Fang.

His touch still lingered in the bruises on my skin, in the shadows behind my eyes.

I swallowed hard, pushing the thoughts away.

The scent of Spinner’s soap filled my senses, grounding me.

And for the first time since it all went to hell, I let myself breathe.

THE WAR ROOMwas electric.

Not the kind of electricity that crackled before a storm.

No—this was the kind that cameduringbattle.

Devil sat at the head of the table, his gaze cold, focused. He wasn’t thinking about what had happened at the warehouse. He was already planning the next move.

I should’ve been doing the same.

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