“Fuck.” He sighed. “I’m takin’ Wendy to get a coffee. Call me if you hear anythin’, and I mean anythin’.”

Since he was looking at me when he spoke, I nodded. He gave me a chin lift while Wendy smiled softly with tears in her eyes, and they both turned toward the elevators. People got out of his way quickly. He was a big man, loud, but had a huge heart.

I moved over to a row of seats and sat, bending to rest my elbows on my knees and put my head in my hands. Closing my eyes, I breathed out slowly. Waiting wasn’t my strong suit, but I’d wait for-fucking-ever for Kylo.

He had to be okay. He had to pull through, and we’d hunt the cunt down together to get revenge. He would die for what he did. Die by our own hands. But not before he paid in as much pain as we could deliver.

A weight sat in my chest. A dead, sad weight, and it wouldn’t go away until I was at Kylo’s side. Until I knew he would be okay. I didn’t care about the weight. I wanted it. I’d hold it and let it grow until he opened his eyes.

“Right, I should probably mention—” Death started.

“What’s going on?” I heard asked loudly and stood to see Lucas and Wreck just inside the doors.

“That I called Lucas and Wreck as well, since they’re friends,” Death finished.

Lucas spotted me and made his way over. He stopped in front of me, opened his mouth, and snapped it closed when he took me in. His brows dipped. “Why do you look upset? Is he okay? Is Kylo okay?”

Death answered, “We don’t know yet. They’re operatin’. When he got sliced, they nicked somethin’ important.”

Lucas paled, then nodded. Wreck stepped up behind him, placing his hands on Lucas’s hips for support. “He’ll be okay. He will be.”

“He’s strong,” Wreck added.

Lucas nodded again. “He is.” He pulled his gaze back up to me. “But… it doesn’t explain why you look devastated.”

“I….” I snapped my mouth closed and clenched my jaw. It wasn’t the right time for Lucas to know since Kylo was hurt, but I wasn’t going to hide my anguish.

Lucas crossed his arms over his chest. “You hardly know him. Why do you care so much?”

“Because he’s mine.”

Wreck’s eyes flashed, but they settled, unlike Lucas’s—even his mouth dropped open. He took a deep breath, and I knew I was going to get a talking to before he even started with, “What do you mean he’s yours? You can’t mean like I think you mean because that’s just stupid. You’ve never once looked at a guy before, and what, you now think you can fool around with Kylo and his feelings? I won’t let it happen. You do not get to mess with him like that.” He glared, his chest heaved with every breath, and his fist was in my face. “Ouch, dammit,” he complained after hitting me.