Page 97 of My Brother's Enemy
Both Bruge and Brick hissed, but I wasn’t feeling a goddamn thing.
Hunter turned toward Coach Hines. “Our X-ray machine is down for repairs. The guy is scheduled to come later today, but Griffin will need X-rays. I don’t think we should wait. I should take him to the hospital.”
Coach Hines glared at me. “Do whatever you need to.”
Sunny stepped to the center of the room, his chest lifting. But Bruge spoke first. “One of us should go with him. I’ll go.”
Sunny’s chest deflated. He shot Bruge a confused look, but he didn’t say anything else.
Coach Hines nodded. “Go. Hunter, keep us updated.”
“I will, Coach.” He and Bruge made sure to walk beside me, a hand out if I needed them.
I didn’t need any of them.
The only person I needed, I had let walk out of this room by herself.
My mind whirled a mile a minute.
She was gone. Or she was leaving. She said she’d stay if the team wanted her to stay, but I’d come to know Rain. A part of her was gone. Daniel had done that to her. I didn’t understand it. But I knew it had happened, and it happened on my watch. It happened when she was right next to me.
There was only one way I could think of to keep her.
“I need my phone.”
Bruge held up my bag. “I’m assuming it’s in here?” He looked at my pants. “Or is it in there? Not sure I want to be that buddy-buddy with you…”
I glowered at him as Hunter began laughing.
I touched the front of my sweatshirt with the back of my arm and felt the familiar bulge of the phone. “It’s here.” I held up my arm. “Can you grab it for me?”
He growled low in his throat.
Hunter held up some keys. “You guys stay here. I’ll run and get the car. Just stay. Don’t leave.” He darted off across the parking lot. We’d just stepped outside the rink.
“I’m doing this under protest, but hold still, you complete psychopath.” Bruge stepped close as Hunter took off. He pulled the front pocket of my sweatshirt away from my body and angled his head to see inside. Spotting my phone, he slid a hand inside to grab it and held it out for me. It kept buzzing, but he just looked at my hands. “I don’t think you can do much on it right now.”
I shook my head. “I need you to open it for me and pull up my texts from Kashvi.”
His eyebrows went up, but he didn’t say anything.
I held up my finger. He touched it to the screen and unlocked the phone.
“Fuck, Griffin. I get like ten texts a day, and three of those are from my agent. You have forty new texts just this morning.”
“Ignore them. Pull up Kashvi’s and show me the screen.”
He did. The last text was the one I’d already read.
Kashvi: Rain isn’t responding to anything. Are you with her? Can you talk to her about this?
“Text her back for me. Tell her to release it.”
His head jerked up. “Release what?”
“Just type it.”
“No.” He began to put the phone away.
