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“I’m sorry, are youconcernedor angry at me right now?”
“What if this fucker had done more than broken your hand? Then what? Was I supposed to walk in on two dead bodies instead of one?”
“Are you forgetting that I was bleeding and passed out?”
Her brows furrow deeper. Her lips press tight together and her hands twitch like she’s holding herself back from hitting me again.
Something wet glimmers in her eyes.
I frown. “Are...are you crying?”
“What?” She quickly looks away, wiping her face. “No, something got in my eye. For all I know, you probably spat in it.”
“Holly, please don’t cry.” My good hand moves instinctively to the side of her thigh.
“I'mnotfucking crying.”
“I’m okay, love.”
“I can see that!” she snaps.
“Holly.”
“I need to grab some stuff.” She pushes to her feet, putting space between us. Her back is to me when she pauses, then glances over her shoulder. “What was that you said earlier?”
“What?”
“When I asked who could’ve done this. You said someone with an obvious motive to hurt me.”
“Yeah.”
Her gaze hardens. “You really believe that, don’t you?”
“It’s the only logical explanation.”
The shift in her expression is subtle. Minuscule, but definite. Like a light switch turning off. “Right. Well, are you going to be fine on your own? Can you stand? Walk? Eat? Or do you need me to sit here and babysit you back to health?”
I’m not sure what’s happening or why her sudden harshness makes me flinch. I don’t want her to go. I want her here next to me. “I’ll be fine.”
“Perfect. I left some more painkillers on your bed. Try not to choke on them.” She turns for the door.
“Where are you going?” I call after her. “Holly!”
But she’s already gone.
Chapter 30
Holly
1:45 a.m.
A shitty two-story building near Brighton Electrics
I lean back in the armchair and watch him sleep. Well, less asleep, more…paralyzed.
Normally, I need to get the man really drunk in order to physically overpower him, but somehow that wasn’t the case with Nate. Was it a struggle getting into his apartment? Sure. Did he fight back? Oh, yeah. He fought back hard. Gave me a tiny fucking cut above my eyebrow too (asshole). But things got easier, once I bashed his head into the wall.
More fun too.
