Page 12 of Die for You
“No head injuries?” I ask.
“Not a scratch. Thanks to you.”
“I’m not agod. All I did was report an accident.”
“You did a lot more than that.” Knox’s voice floats out behind me, gentle and smooth as honey.
Damien nods at my pocket where my phone peeks out. “Give us your number. You can come visit us when we’re out of the hospital.”
“Why would I do that?”
His dark gaze rakes over every inch of me. “We’ll thank you properly.”
I laugh, even as the innuendo makes my skin burn in a way it hasn’t in years. I can’t deny that his eyes stripping me makes my cells buzz with adrenaline. Maybe even desire. But I just got out of a years-long shitty relationship, and I have no intention of starting any sort of relationship with another man anytime soon. Let alone with three blatantly unhinged hockey players I barely know.
What kind of Devils did I unleash from hell tonight?
“You’ve thanked me. Multiple times. I’m good.”
“They already have too many visitors!” a male voice booms from the hallway.
A pair of boots stomps closer. “Go ahead and call security then!”
The feminine, husky voice is vaguely familiar.
Jesus. Who’s here now? We might as well invite the whole fucking hospital into this room.
The raven-haired girl from the party marches in. Juliet. Her leather jacket is open to expose her monochrome outfit. Sienna jogs to catch up with her, a coat over her tiny dress. Behind the girls, two ridiculously tall, red-faced men hustle to keep up with them.
Juliet rounds on Damien and smacks his arm. “You scared the shit out of me!” She whirls on Finn and Knox next. “You’re lucky you’re alive because I would’ve killed you if you died.”
Sienna rushes to hug Knox, teary-eyed as he rubs her back. One of the guys who followed the girls here narrows his eyes at Knox’s hands on her.
I really should’ve escaped this circus when I had the chance.
“Aurora, right?” Juliet nods at me. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“She saved our asses tonight,” Knox says.
Sienna lets go of him to rush to my side and throws her arms around me. A second hug in one night. I just met this girl.
“She saw the accident and called 911,” Damien tells their friends.
Through Sienna’s surprisingly suffocating squeeze, I manage to squeak out, “Now I’m their hero.”
“You’re a hero to all of us.” Sienna pulls back and fixes me with an expression so sincere, I’m torn between offering her a genuine smile and laughing in her face.
“You two savedmyass tonight.” I point at her and Juliet. “So let’s just call all of us even, cool?”
I’ve had enough chaos for the night. For the rest of my life. I’m ready to wash my hands of the Devils and go back into my shell—keep my eyes forward, focus on my music and classes, graduate, and head to Juilliard. Nothing else matters.
“Not even close, Rory.” Knox gives me a lopsided grin.
Rory. That’s new. “That’s not my name.”
“This is my boyfriend, Luke.” Sienna points to the adorable guy in the light gray sweatpants whose gaze has barely left her for more than five seconds since they walked in. “And that’s Juliet’s boyfriend, Trey.”
Trey is exactly the type of guy I’d picture for someone like Juliet with those lupine eyes, dark clothes, and possessive hands on her hips. Neither of the guys glances at me with much interest.
