Page 126 of Darcy
I roll my eyes. “Find us a dream home to fill with all the babies she wants when she recovers.” Because she just put herself through the wringer for us, and I intend to make sure she knows how grateful I am every single day for the rest of our natural lives.
I turn, glancing back at the bed for a second, before walking straight into Man.
He raises a single brow, and for some reason, I understand the question he won’t ask.
“She’s ours.” And we’re hers. It’s not so much a claiming as an acknowledgement of inevitability.
In this world, some souls are destined for one another, and she’s it for us. It doesn’t matter if she never walks again. Until the day we die, and beyond.
“We’ll take care of her.”
Man nods, straightens his suit, and leaves the room.
I’m going to take that as his blessing.
Forty-Two
Darcy
There’s something in my throat, and I don’t like it, but when I try to pull it away, my arms don’t respond.
“Darcy.”
Who’s that? Why are they familiar?
Fear creeps through me as I realise I can’t move. My eyes won’t open. My hands won’t move. I can feel fingers tracing lightly over my own, but I can’t grab them.
What the hell happened to me?
“Her heart rate is spiking.”
“Go get the nurse.”
“Hey, Dark. Don’t panic, beautiful. We’re here. We’re all here.”
Far from being comforting, I just fight harder.Who’s we?The voice seems familiar, but I can’t place it. Am I being drugged?
Before I can fight anymore, the blackness takes me again.
* * *
Someone is singing.Crooning. Oh. I know this song. Half a melody erupts from my throat before I can stop myself from trying to hum along to the tune.
The singing stops.
“Hey, sleepyhead? You there?”
I blink, but my eyes are full of sleep. No—wait.
“Where are my glasses?” I try to ask, except my tongue feels glued to my mouth, so what comes out is actually “Whermeglusses?”
There’s an audible fumbling, and a second later, the familiar weight of the frames slides into place, bringing the room sharply into focus.
The first person I see is Dodger, and I smile in confusion. “Hey, aren’t you supposed to be on stage somewhere?”
“We’re retired, baby girl,” he murmurs, and his eyes start to glisten slightly. “Streaming only from now on.”
Oh. A jolt of alarm hits me. “But I liked watching you hump the floor.”
