RORY I’m jolted awake by the sound of something crashing to the ground. Frowning, I sit up on the bed, glancing around warily as I tried to make sense of my surroundings. This room looks familiar but it’s not mine. I frown, glancing down at the sheets pooled on my laps. Where the hell am I? That’s when I remember. The lights going off as the room plunged into darkness. Several gunshots ringing out in rapid successions. My head slamming against the ground. Carter getting hit by a bullet. A familiar masculine voice muttering a string of profanities has me hurrying out of the bed and running to the en suite bathroom. In my panic, I don’t remember to knock. I simply twist the door-knob and freeze when I see Carter standing in front of the bathroom mirror, gripping the sink with his one good hand. His head lifts at the sound of the door creaking open and his eyes meet mine in the mirror. He looks like he’
RORYThe doctor clears Carter to leave. He says there are no signs of complications, no excessive bleeding, no signs of an infection or nerve damage and that his vitals are perfectly normal. The amount of relief I feel when he gives us the news is astronomical, like lead weights have been lifted off my shoulder. I’m waiting in the car my dad has called for us while him and Carter talk. It’s the same car from earlier with the same driver who may or may not have heard—or seen—Carter and I having sex. My cheeks burn with embarrassment as I think of it. I couldn’t look at him just now when he’d opened the door for me, for fear that I’d take one look at him and see the confirmation that he had seen us all over his face. A text message pops into my phone and I glance down at it as the screen lights up, staring at Avery’s name. She’d called less than a second after I told her we were at the hospital and she’d lost her shit when I told her I got shot at again and that Carter had shoved me
RORYThe room has erupted into chaos all around me and my eyes are still struggling to adjust to the sudden light again. Worse? I can’t move because there are literal bodies on top of me. All I can see are people’s blurry shoes. Shoes, shoes and shoes. And there’s blood soaking through my gown, people locking me to the ground, and my head hurts like a fucking bitch. Someone grunts and the weight sealing me to the ground reduces. I still can’t move though because there’s still a body on top of mine. It isn’t until my eyes finally blink into focus that I see that the extra weight that had been pinning me to the floor—the one that just left—is Carter and he extends a hand to the person lying diagonally on top of me.My father. I frown, still lying there on the floor as I struggle to piece this scene together because something about it does not add up. For one, I’d not been standing next to my dad when the lights went out. I’d taken a considerable number of steps away from him, actual
RORY I’m going to break a sweat. I’m going to break a sweat and ruin my make-up and then I’ll be toast. I try to reach for my zipper one more time before I give up completely. Carter is going to have to help me with that. He’s already knocked on my door twice. The first time to tell me that he’s ready and that the car taking us to the event arrived already, and the second to ask me if I was waiting for a special invitation from the Queen of England before I came out. That one cracked me up, I won’t lie. But I’d been making the final touches on my hair. Does he have any idea how much work and time it takes to get one’s hair and make-up done? Not a single clue, I’m sure. With one final glance at myself in the mirror, I grab my clutch, necklace and walk out the door. The walk down the hallway and stairs is done with bated breath. I know how I look and I know I look good, but I still want to see Carter’s reaction to the dress. Don’t ask me why. Let’s just chalk it up to the fact th
RORY “Me and my dad got into an argument last night,” Avery informs me and it’s as if the news sucks the joy out of the room because my smile is wiped clean off my face. “Oh.” I put down the smoothie I’ve been drinking, bringing my knee up on the couch as I turn to face Avery, giving her my full attention. “What was it about?” I hesitate, searching her eyes. “Do you wanna talk about it?” I’m hesitant because I know Avery’s father is a very touchy topic for her. Their relationship is…rocky, and that’s putting it mildly. I’ve been around him. He seems like an okay man seventy percent of the time, all smiles with me and my father. But the thirty percent where he’s with Avery, he’s different. Stern. Unhappy. And when he looks at her, the temperature drops several degrees and there’s a sudden chill in the air. I have no idea what exactly it is that happened between them that caused such a strain in their relationship, the two can barely stand being in the same room and every single ti
RORY I’m rudely awakened by a ray of sunlight streaming in through the crack in the curtains, landing directly on my face. My eyes are bleary when I force them open, squinting at the sun like that would direct the ray of light elsewhere. Newsflash, it doesn’t. If anything, it only fries my eyes further and I close them and look away quickly before it gets the chance to completely ruin my vision. Groaning, I lift my hands to stretch because my entire body feels real fucking sore and am surprised to find that they don’t budge. I frown and turn away from the curtain to look down at my body and that’s when I realize that there’s a heavily muscled hand slung over my upper body. No, it’s not slung over my body. It’s pinning me to the bed. I can’t fucking move. Twisting my head to look over my shoulder, my eyes fall on the owner of the hand currently taking away my ability to move, an