67. Devil
Chapter 67
Devil
I open my eyes slowly. Fuck, everything in me still hurts, but somehow it’s duller than it was before. I look around and know immediately I’m in the hospital.
“Sunshine…”
“Hey, Twinkle-toes,” Beast cracks.
“Did I die?”
“Close, but no cigar. You’ll be here to bust my ass for years to come, long as you take care of yourself.”
“Then why are you here? Where’s Hayden?”
“She’s at Torrent’s. The babies are a little too wild for the hospital. She sends her love.”
I look down to see Torrent sleeping, her head is lying on the bed, her hand reaching out and cupped over my arm, right above my IV. She’s pale, and she’s lost weight, but she’s never looked better.
“What did I miss?”
“Torrent saving your sorry sack of bones. The boys dismantling Wolf and his goons and setting fire to their clubhouse and Torrent meeting Jenn.”
“Christ,” I wince.
“That went surprisingly well, by the way. I don’t think Torrent’s ready to meet DD right now.”
“I get the feeling you’re enjoying my misery, asshole,” I say and I try to laugh, but it’s too damn painful.
“Not even a little. You almost died, man. It was way too fucking close.”
“I’m actually surprised I’m still here.”
“It was a close call. If I ventured a guess, I’d say the man upstairs was answering prayers,” Beast says.
“I doubt the man upstairs listens to anything about me these days, Sunshine.”
“He listens to her. I’d lay odds on it,” he says, pointing to Torrent.
Emotion swamps me as I look down at Torrent.
“He might at that,” I tell him, my chest feeling tight.
“Got to tell you something, asshole,” Beast says and a laugh bubbles out before I can stop it. I moan in reaction. Beast walks over and puts his hand gently on my shoulder.
“It’s good to find someone who’s uglier than I am now.”
“Bastard, I’ll never look that bad.” I cough and son of a bitch if that doesn’t hurt worse than the laugh.
“Better not look in the mirror,” he says.
“Logan?” Torrent whispers, looking up. I look down at her and her face is drawn and she’s worried, damn worried— sick and pale with it . I try to think of something to reassure her, but truth is I’m starting to feel tired already.
“Love you, Angel,” I tell her and that causes her face to change, a light shining so bright in those whiskey eyes that I have to worry I have died. Surely nothing on earth could be this beautiful.
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” I hear Beast say, repeating words I once told him and I have to agree with him.
“We both are,” I tell him, but I don’t know if he hears me, because I slowly fade into sleep.