Guard (Dark Moon Rising Book 1) by Ellie Pond

Author:Ellie Pond [Pond, Ellie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mountain Keep
Published: 2022-11-10T16:00:00+00:00

18

His head hurt like his older brother had dropped him on it again. He rubbed his temples. Vivianne was so loud. And why was she in his cabin when she had little Drake to take care of? Penny was being awfully quiet for a Sunday.

He rubbed his head. Not Sunday. Monday. His eyes opened, and it came back to him. So much. Emma. Hudson and Flint loading her into the back. Holding her hand. Seeing Mirabel and collapsing. Fuck.

Mirabel appeared around the white curtain. It wasn’t the normal hospital room divider with a stark white curtain, either. No, it was light beige with Asian characters down the side. There were loons and a setting sun painted on it. Mirabel and his sister stood between him and Emma.

Flint tossed the covers back and swung his legs over the edge, and the world tilted sideways.

“Whoa, whoa. What are you trying to prove, big guy?” Vivianne had her hands on his shoulders and pushed against them while Mirabel swung his feet back onto the bed. Mirabel had the blanket on one side, and Vivianne had it on the other, and they tucked him in tight, like the stuffing in an egg roll.

“There’s nothing wrong with me. I rode in the ambulance with Emma.” He pinched his temples. Something about staring at Mirabel’s shoes, up close, danced around the back of his head. “Nothing’s wrong with me. I’m just a little hungry.” The last thing he remembered eating was a second batch of eggs at the fire station before the fireball exploded next door. “Emma,” he whispered, looking at his sister.

“What?” Emma's voice cracked from the bed next to his.

He was in her room and he needed to get out, but his sister and his one-time hookup weren’t having it. They were acting like he was sick. Which was absurd. There wasn’t anything wrong with him. He ignored the soft voice of the witch across the room, focusing on his sister instead. “Vivianne, you’re being absurd. Let me get up. I have to be at work tomorrow. Plus, I have to go take care of Penny.”

She laughed at him. “Work? Tomorrow? Do you know what day it is, Flint?”

“Monday.”

“Try again.” His sister had a caring, tender glance overtop of her normal older sister smirk.

“Tuesday?” Flint took a breath. He’d never missed a shift in ten years, even after the time he’d slipped off a ladder and sprained his elbow.

“Nope.” His sister put an infuriatingly caring hand on his hospital-gown-covered shoulder. The gown had wolves on it, a little factoid that upset the human side of him, it being over the top, while the shifter side was sending out little approving chuffs.

“Stop it, Vivianne.” Mirabel pointed to the white board on the wall. It read Nurse: Mirabel Dawson, Doctor: Dr. T. Swan, Date: Friday February 18th, Weather: Snow. “It’s Friday, Flint.”

“No. It’s not Friday.” The heart rate monitor picked up speed. “Why would I have been unconscious for days?”

“Flint?” Emma raised her voice.

“Emma?” He lifted his head.

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