Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)

Greta dug in her purse. “You’re alive. Who the hell cares what you look like?” She found a compact and slapped it into my hand. “Prepare to be surprised.”

I was sore as hell, and parts of my face felt like they w

ere going to explode. I had to know what I looked like because I felt like complete shit.

My fingers fumbled with the compact, but I finally opened it up. I surveyed my face and frowned. “Wow.”

“Told ya,” Greta gloated. “You’ve got some bruising on your nose and a fat lip.”

My nose throbbed, and my lip looked twice the size than it normally was. “I guess that’s better than dead.” I closed the compact and handed it back to her. “Thanks.”

Greta dropped it back in her purse. “I’m here to make sure your man changes his clothes and to be your mirror bitch.”

I laughed and settled back into the bed.

“You sure you’re okay, girl?” Greta asked.

I couldn’t tell you how many times I had been asked that in the past twenty-four hours. Hero had been the one to ask it the most. “Yeah.”

I had gotten lucky. Besides from Harry hitting me and throwing me through a ceiling, he didn’t do anything else to me. I remembered everything leading up to Harry pressing the cloth soaked in chloroform over my face and the doctor assured me there was no trauma to my body from Harry trying to rape me.

From the time Harry had taken me to Hero finding me had only been half an hour.

In my mind, Hero had saved me because who knows what would have happened if Harry had turned the gun on me before he killed himself. Thankfully, the guy was a moron and didn’t realize he hadn’t killed me before offing himself.

“The news is trying to sell the fact that Harry was the guy who had killed Bunny and Tanya.” Greta shook her head. “They’re wrong, but people will latch onto anything to make them feel safe.”

I groaned. “Lord. I wish Harry would have been responsible for those, then all of this craziness would be over.”

Greta clicked her tongue. “You and me both.”

Hero walked back into the room with the duffel bag in his hand. He looked refreshed and not as tired. He had been sleeping on and off the past twenty-four hours in a chair next to my bed.

I cocked my head to the side and read his shirt out loud. “I do it for the hos.” In the center of the words, Santa was checking his list.

Greta busted out laughing and slapped her knee. “God, that’s even better than I pictured.”

Hero dropped the duffel bag on the floor. “Do I even want to know where the fuck you got this shirt?”

Greta lifted her hands and shrugged. “I had to bring what I could find.”

“At least she got you jeans,” I giggled.

“This is funny to you?” Hero asked me.

I smiled and nodded. “I mean, a little bit. You totally pull it off, handsome.”

He tugged at the hem of the shirt and growled. Greta had also bought the shirt at least one size too small. Hero looked like he was about to hulk out of it.

Greta jumped up and clapped her hands together. “Well, my job here is done. I’m gonna go make sure Luna doesn’t get arrested by the handsome Detective Ransom.” She winked at me and clicked her tongue. “You see what I did there? Handsome Ransom?”

Hero pointed his finger at the door. “Out.”

Greta strutted out the door with a wink over her shoulder at me and a pat on the shoulder for Hero.

“I don’t know why I thought she was actually doing something nice.” He shook his head. “I think she’s got a screw loose.”

“I think she was just trying to make me laugh.” I scooted over in the bed and patted the empty spot next to me. “She made me laugh and now it’s your turn to keep my company.”