Rebel Heart (Saint View Rebels Book 3) by Elle Thorpe

Author:Elle Thorpe [Thorpe, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781922760371
Publisher: Elle Thorpe Pty Ltd
Published: 2023-10-09T16:00:00+00:00

26

HAYDEN

The infirmary steps creaked and groaned, a sure signal someone was coming down them.

I froze in my search of the small facility beneath the Slayers’ clubhouse. Two sets of boots clomped down the stairs.

“Shit,” I whispered to myself, so softly it was barely audible beneath the racket they were making. I darted back to my bed and got beneath the covers, closing my eyes and faking sleep, even though my heart hammered behind my chest.

I’d been here for days. Hours of nothingness had passed, my only entertainment the voices that floated down from the floor above.

The Slayers hadn’t killed me yet, but I was well aware they were just waiting for the right moment. I had nothing to do, except plan a way to get out that didn’t involve a body bag.

My ideas all sucked though. The best I could come up with was to make out like my injuries were worse than they actually were. Like I was too riddled with pain to be of use to them yet. So far, that seemed to be working. I was still alive anyway.

My injuries were bad, there was no denying that. I was sure every single one of my ribs was broken. My gunshot wound didn’t seem infected, thanks to whatever that Hawk guy had hooked me up to, but it sure as shit didn’t feel good either.

I was hardly about to jump out of bed and run a half marathon. Hell, a stagger to the bathroom was about the best I could hope for.

But I wasn’t as unwell as I was letting the Slayers believe. Every time anyone came down here, I put on the show of my life, either feigning sleep or moaning like I was in agony until they passed me a couple of pills I pretended to swallow.

I didn’t.

I didn’t need anything making me slow or foggy, though the pain relief would have been nice.

I needed every brain cell functioning if I was getting out of here with my life.

“You have a fucking fever, War. I can feel it through my shirt. You’re like an inferno.”

War and Hawk made it to the bottom of the stairs, War’s arm slung across Hawk’s shoulders. Hawk was definitely doing most of the heavy lifting there. He pretty much carried War to the bed beside me, dumping him on it unceremoniously while I watched on through my eyelashes.

War groaned, lying back on the pillow that was almost the same shade of white as his face. “Give me the good drugs, would you? I don’t know what I was thinking, trying to go to that concert.”

Hawk sucked up something in a syringe and jabbed it into War’s bicep. “Don’t get excited. That’s an antibiotic, not a painkiller. I think I’m gonna let you suffer a little bit, just to keep it fresh in your head what a dumbass you are.”

War glared at him. “You’d have done the same if it was your girl out there, needing protecting.”

Hawk scoffed. “No, I would not. I ain’t made for just one woman.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.