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“Princess, do me a favor. I don’t think I can feel my lips.”
I felt the intake of air as her stomach moved. I must have been laying on her lap. I didn’t care. I just knew she was with me.
“You’re an idiot, Talon.”
But she leaned down and I enjoyed the warmth, the softest touch of her lips against mine.
I wanted to pull her back to me as she sat up, but I was feeling pretty fucking tired. At least the thing didn’t hurt right now.
“Talon, if you die on me, I will kill myself just to come haunt your damn ghost.”
I needed to focus on her words. Sleep was sounding better and better.
“I’ll be in hell, princess. You won’t enjoy that vacation.”
I was pretty certain her hands were running over my cheeks right now, but I was cold and numb.
“Talon?”
I heard my name, but it felt like a million miles away. I guess if I had to go, at least it was with her holding me.
CHAPTER 21
MARGAUX
Agentle touch on my head had me blinking myself awake. When had I even fallen asleep? I instantly looked at Talon, but he was still pale and still sleeping. I turned to see Knox, but he wasn’t touching me or even smiling. I did notice his hand gripping a blanket as he laid it over me.
“Since I can’t get you to leave his side, might as well make sure you don’t freeze to death.”
There was a part of me that wanted to crack the code that was Knox, and the other part wanted to roll my eyes and hope for his death.
“Don’t look at me like that either. I’m not lovesick like these other fools.”
I snorted.
“I wasn’t looking at you like I loved you, you moron. I was looking at you like I couldn’t decide if I should stab you like I did that guy in the bathtub.”
A muscle along his jaw twitched, but I wasn’t sure if it was anger or amusement. His eyes weren’t dead like he probably wanted them to be, but it was still hard to figure him out. Just because he didn’t show much emotion didn’t mean I couldn’t seea strange almost longing there. I glanced at Talon and realized it might be for the guy still unconscious.
“Well, whatever. I’m going to sleep over on the couch. If he wakes up, hit me.”
It was the first time I’d actually looked at the room we were in. Not really a hospital, more like a fancy hotel with medical equipment.
There’d been no time to think about any of it. The second we’d pulled up, Knox had Talon in his arms and ran into the building with me following on his heels.
Jett had come in a few minutes after a doctor had taken Talon in on a rolling bed.
“We need to go store Mark. But we’ll be right back,” Jett said as he squeezed my hand.
Mark better be on ice, that was the only thing I’d accept right now, but they hadn’t told me where he was.
It had been what seemed like hours of Knox following around the doctors and nurses, not that there were that many, but in all that time I hadn’t paid attention to where we were. My mind continued to rehash the last few hours. I remembered the odd interaction I’d had with Knox.
“He’ll be fine, angel,” Knox had said, and then he’d kissed my forehead. At the time I couldn’t think too much on that, but now that Talon was alive and recovering, I couldn’t help thinking about it.
It all felt so normal, like this was how you would comfort someone. I could almost remember my mom kissing my forehead. The feeling faded away as my heart continued its panicked rhythm.
Now that I was awake and alone with my thoughts, I realized with the way my heart felt right now, I was in trouble.
