28. Wynter
Wynter
V oices in the distance were distorted. They made my head hurt. I could feel the tension so cold in the air. It licked over my flesh, sending a shiver through my body.
“Don’t be fucking stupid, Sasha.” A clear voice growled. “Brennan will tolerate a lot of things. Keeping something like this from him, he won’t. He’ll burn the city, the world, and go to war for this.”
“She doesn’t want to go to him,” Sasha argued back. “Let her heal here. Or I can take her to my place but let the doctor finish cleaning out her wounds.”
I tried hard to peel my eyelids open or at least move, but my body refused to obey.
“She might have a concussion.” Another voice, a woman’s. “If she does, this will come up. She’s an Olympic skater, she’ll have to undergo medical testing to check her physical condition. It will come up. She needs top physicians for this.”
“Fuck you all,” Sasha’s voice grumbled. “As soon as the doctor's done, I’ll take her to my place. If Brennan finds out, it will be on me.”
“Don’t be stupid, Sasha.” The same woman’s voice retorted dryly. It sounded vaguely familiar. “Like Alexei or Vasili would let you fight him alone. You’re pulling us all into it and forcing us to fight against him.”
“You have to call Brennan.” A man’s voice argued. “At least tell him she’s with you and she’s okay. He just got his wife back and is preoccupied ensuring she’s okay, but he’ll be after Wynter. It is only a matter of hours.”
“Was she raped?” An unfamiliar female’s voice asked. My body shuddered and I opened my mouth to deny it. Except I couldn’t hear my voice. Did I tell them that I wasn’t?
“Jesus Christ. Brennan will lose his shit. He’ll fucking burn us all and take us to war, regardless if he can win it or not.
” I wished I knew that voice. “Remember how bad it was when his sister was shot by DiLustro?” A sharp pain pierced through my chest. “He fucking burned their side of town. He hunted them and-”
My mind drifted away and a welcomed blackness filled my brain. And all the while voices stayed nearby.