تسجيل الدخولMarcusHospitals changed character at night.During the day they were all movement and interruption—rolling carts, clipped conversations at nursing stations, doors opening and closing, the low hum of people trying to hold disaster at bay through sheer activity. But sometime after midnight, all of that thinned out, and what remained felt almost sacred in its stillness. The quiet did not soothe. It amplified.Every sound mattered more.The soft pulse of the monitor beside Sable’s bed.The whisper of conditioned air moving through vents.The occasional distant squeak of shoes somewhere down the corridor.And beneath it all, the terrible awareness that one woman’s sleeping body had become the center of gravity for everyone who loved her.I sat in the dim spill of hospital light and watched her breathe.Not as a prospect.Not as the woman I had been unsuccessfully avoiding for days.Just her.Bruised at the temple. Pale beneath the fluorescent wash. Dark lashes still against skin too still
JarekI looked down at the cord in my fist again. My ring. His medallion. Both of them pressed against her heart when she hit the road. The thought dug into me with teeth.“The gift,” I said.Marcus’s face tightened. “Bought it before the kiss.”That mattered.Damn him, it mattered.“You expect me to believe that?”“I don’t care what you believe.”My eyes cut to his.He sighed, then looked away like the next words cost him more than the split lip. “I ordered it before I admitted to myself why I wanted her to have it. Before the hallway. Before she kissed me. Before any of it.”“Why?”His mouth twitched, bitter and embarrassed. “Because she rides too hard when she’s upset.”I stared at him.He shrugged one shoulder, but there was no casualness in it. “She takes corners too deep. Pushes speed when her head’s loud. I noticed.”Of course he had.I should have hated that.Part of me did.The rest of me understood exactly what it was to catalog every dangerous thing about Sable because not
JarekThe monitor beside Sable’s bed kept up its steady rhythm, indifferent to the fact that the room had become a battlefield no one had drawn a weapon in yet.It should have reassured me. That was the purpose of the sound, I supposed—to prove she was still here, still breathing, still tethered to this side of whatever line she’d almost crossed on the road. Instead, every beep grated against the inside of my skull, too calm for what sat under my skin.I turned the medallion over in my hand again, thumb dragging across the engraving on the back.Ride free. Return home.My ring sat against it on the same leather cord.The two pieces of silver looked wrong together.No.That wasn’t true.They looked too right.That was the problem.Across the bed, Marcus stood with his eyes fixed on Sable, his face carved into something controlled enough to look blank if a man didn’t know him. I knew him. I knew the tension in his jaw, the way his shoulders held still by force instead of ease, the way h
JarekHospitals smelled too much like helplessness.Antiseptic. Plastic. Old coffee. Fear dressed up in fluorescent light.I had stood in rooms with bullets flying and felt calmer than I did standing beside Sable’s hospital bed, watching machines do their quiet, indifferent work around her. A monitor blinked green beside her, steady enough to keep me from tearing the whole damn place apart, but not steady enough to make breathing easy.She looked too still.That was the part my mind kept snagging on.Sable was motion. Fire. Smart mouth and stubborn chin and eyes that dared the world to swing first. Seeing her lying there with her face pale beneath bruising, a bandage near her temple, and tubes running from her arm made something cold and primitive settle beneath my ribs.Bryce stood near the door with blood still dried in the creases of his hands. Hannah had one arm around Charlie, but her gaze stayed locked on Sable like she could force the girl awake by sheer will. Marcus stood on t
BryceThe first thing that hit me was speed.Wrong speed.Too aggressive for an empty desert road, too deliberate to be carelessness.One second I was watching Sable lean through the curve ahead of me, sunlight flashing off chrome, and the next my gut turned to ice as the car behind her surged.I knew before my brain caught up.“Kitty, move!”I shouted it through the comm and twisted my throttle, but I was too far back and everything after that happened in the kind of stretched slow motion disaster lives seem to choose.I saw her jerk the bike sideways, saw the car clip her, saw steel and body and asphalt explode apart in a violence too fast for the eye to understand.The sound of metal grinding against road will probably live in my skull until I die.For one sick instant, as I fought my own bike down and threw it into a brutal stop, I caught a glimpse through the fleeing windshield—a face.Recognition hit me like a fist, so shocking my mind rejected it for a split second. Impossible
SableBy the day after Christmas, I had started to suspect the universe might be lulling me into complacency.That should have made me suspicious.Instead, it made me happy.Which was apparently more dangerous.The garage was busy in that low-grade, restless way it always seemed to be when nobody admitted there was real work happening. Bryce was elbow-deep in inventory sheets and muttering over part numbers like they had personally betrayed him when he mentioned needing to make a run into town.It came out casual.Too casual.Which was exactly why I pounced on it.“Can I go?”The words were out before I could pretend I hadn’t asked.Bryce looked up, not at me but over my shoulder, and before I even turned I knew exactly who he was checking with. Jarek, of course, was leaning in the office doorway pretending he hadn’t been listening to a conversation he was very clearly monitoring.Bryce lifted his brows in silent question.Jarek gave one slight nod.That was it—no discussion, no warni
JarekSable stopped a few feet away from me, her arms folded and her eyes narrowed like she was deciding whether she wanted to punch me or prove me wrong.“You’re crazy,” she said.I leaned back against the dresser, folding my arms across my chest as I watched her.“And you’re chicken.”The reactio
SableThe knock came again just as I finished adjusting the strap on my shoulder.My heart kicked hard against my ribs, and I stood frozen for a second, staring at the door like it might magically open on its own and confirm what I already suspected.
SableMy hand still felt warm when I walked out of Jarek’s room.Warm and very aware of exactly what it had just been touching.I forced my face into something neutral as I walked down the hallway, even though my heart was still beating like I’d just sprinted a mile. The entire encounter replayed i
JarekThe hallway outside Sable’s room felt too quiet.I walked the length of it without really seeing anything in front of me. My mind was still stuck on the same image it had been replaying since the moment I stepped away from her door.Her arm.The bruise.Luke’s hand wrapped around it.My jaw t







