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“Just a precaution,” Ginger said over her shoulder. “We don’t know how much or what he injected her with.”

He hated being this far away from his woman, but he had to give the actual nurse and Dash space. They needed it to assess her.

Fuck, she should probably be in a hospital.

Mooky ran his hand through his hair nervously.

“The stuff we have isn’t a cure so much as a Band-Aid. If he gave her a lot or a mixture of shit, it will keep her out of the woods and the hospital.” Dash’s gaze focused on the mark on her face.

Mooky’s attention followed. “She’s gonna be okay, right?”

She had to be. There were no other acceptable options.

“I’m fine,” Blue insisted. “I just have a terrible headache.”

“Probably a concussion,” Ginger said as she sat on the side of the bed.

Renewed rage flared in Mooky’s chest and clenched his fists. He had to find Holt. Nástrond was too good for him. That man needed to learn the truth about suffering. He hadn’t the slightest clue.

Dash stood and patted Ginger’s shoulder before rounding the bed. His gaze flicked to Mooky, and he jutted his chin toward the door.

Jaw set, Mooky fought the urge to protest. He didn’t want to leave the room. Blue needed him, and he had to watch over her.

“You should rest up. We’ll keep an eye on you,” Ginger said to Blue, reassurance lacing her words.

Reluctantly, Mooky followed his VP out of the room. He pulled the door shut but didn’t close it completely. Through the sliver, he could still see her lying there, and the anger boiled in his veins.

Holt had to answer for this.

“I have one more dose if we need it,” Dash said in a soft voice. “It’s unlikely. I think she is set. The cuts on her wrists and ankles are superficial. She took a good blow to the head though. Ginger and I want to monitor her.”

“This shouldn’t have happened.” Mooky shook his head.

Dash inhaled audibly. “We’ll make it right. Mittens will bring him in somehow.”

“I’m not waiting for a vote.”

“I wouldn’t expect you to.”

“Is Sam going to be an issue?”

Dash tightened his lips and stroked his hand through his beard. Concentration hardened his features.

Sam may have been a cop on Odin’s Fury payroll, but he was still a cop. They had a brotherhood sort of thing too. Then again, he’d been helping the club so far, and hadn’t Holt betrayed the cops’ oath or something?

But would this be Sam’s line?

It could be.

“We’ll take care of Sam,” Dash vowed.

Mooky cracked his knuckles. The fury coursing through his body needed to get out. He couldn’t leave it bottled up inside much longer. He glanced over his shoulder and through the crack in the doorway.

Blue was in his bed.

She was safe and where she belonged. The clubhouse was the best place for her.

“The prospect still on my kids?” Mooky asked, returning his focus to Dash.

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