Passing the Torch (Devil's Knights 2nd Generation 1)
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“You need to rest, Sunshine.”
“Yeah, and I’m not going to do that with you all the way over there. Get your butt in bed with me, Hero.”
He held up his hands. “I’ll do it, but the second I hurt you, I’m getting the hell out of that bed.” He toed off his boots and gingerly laid down next to me.
“Uh, do you think you could touch me?”
He laid on his side, his arm tucked under him, and the other raised over his head.
“I promise I don’t have cooties.”
Hero didn’t move. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Impossible. I took matters into my own hands. I scooted close to him ‘til I pressed against him and basically draped my body over him like a blanket. “That’s better,” I whispered.
“Sunshine, you sure this is okay?” He didn’t move, and I could tell he was fighting the urge to relax.
I tipped my head back and looked him in the eye. “You couldn’t hurt me if you tried, Hero.”
After everything that had happened with Harry, I was okay.
I was a little battered and bruised, but at the end of the day, that would all heal.
This right here.
This was where I belonged.
Hero had saved my life, and in exchange, he got my heart.
*
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hero
“Ten minutes and we’re leaving.”
Reva rolled her eyes. “Uh, no.”
“Reva.”
She shook her finger in my face. “You already took away me riding on the back of your bike for a week, Hero, you are not going to take away hanging out with Greta and Luna.”
“It’s Friday, Sunshine. You were kidnapped and beaten Tuesday. You really think hanging out at the clubhouse is something you should be doing?”
“Yes.”
I folded my arms over my chest. “I think we should go back to the hospital and make sure you still don’t have a concussion.”
It was late Friday afternoon, and Reva was insisting on hanging out at the clubhouse. Greta had opened her mouth that they were having a cookout because King, Rigid, and Demon were back in town. I, for one, wanted to stay at her place and do nothing.
“And I think you should take the stick out of your ass, Hero.” She stepped toward me, and the toe of her shoes bumped mine.
“I like her already.”
Reva’s head snapped to the doorway of the clubhouse.
I kept my eyes on her and sighed. Of course Dad would be privy to Reva and me arguing about being at the clubhouse.