The room was small. Clean. A bed, a dresser, bars on the window.A prison with decent furniture.I sat on the edge of the bed, staring at my shaking hands. Derek's blood was still on my sleeve. Colt's words echoed in my head.You do not get to make choices anymore.The door opened. I expected guards. Instead, an older woman walked in carrying a first aid kit. She had gray hair pulled back tight and eyes that had seen too much."I am Mae," she said. "The club mom. Let me see your ribs.""I am fine.""That was not a request, honey." She sat beside me, opening the kit. "Lift your shirt."I did. The bruises were worse now—purple and black, spreading across my left side like poison.Mae's jaw tightened. "That man did this?""Derek. Yes.""Colt should have killed him." Her hands were surprisingly gentle as she examined me. "Nothing broken, but you will hurt for a while. You need ice and rest.""What will they do to Derek?""Does it matter?" She met my eyes. "He hurt you. In this world, that
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