It surprised me when they looked my way. I shook my head. “You guys go first.”

Wendy smiled softly. She reached out, and I took her hand as it squeezed around mine. “We won’t be long.”

I nodded. “It’s okay, take your time.”

After another squeeze, they walked through the doors.

Fuck. Thank you, Lord. Thank you.

I smiled down at my feet as a hand gently grasped the back of my neck. “He’s good,” Death said.

Smiling at him, I replied, “Yeah, he is, and we’ll get the fucker who did this, so he’ll be even better.”

“Damn right. Breathe easy, brother.”

“So,” Lucas drew out, stepping up beside me, “who knows about you and Kylo?”

Death snorted, and he moved off, probably not wanting to join in on the conversation.

“I gathered Boom and Wendy know. Death obviously does as well.”

“Country, State, a few other brothers since now, plus… Mom and Dad.”

His eyes widened. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah, he was there the day after I got shot. Dad shoved him in the pantry.”

His mouth dropped open, and I heard a deep chuckle from behind, knowing it was Wreck.

“They didn’t say anything. I’m surprised Mom acted so well.”

“So was I.”

I swung my gaze to the doors when they opened. Boom and Wendy walked back out, both smiling.

“I said to take your time,” I told them, shaking my head.

Wendy rested her hand on my arm. “It’s okay. We just needed to see he was good. He’s sleepy and wants to see you.”

Elation swelled inside me. More than anything, I wanted to see him before he slept.

“Lucas?”

“No. You go.”

“No, bro, he’ll be happy to see you, and I know you won’t settle like us until you do see him.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” I hooked my arm around Lucas, got the details of Kylo’s room, then headed beyond the doors.

“We’ll get him through this,” Lucas said softly.

“We will,” I agreed. Dropping my arm from my brother, I opened Kylo’s door and stepped in. Only to still. I wasn’t sure why I didn’t expect all the bruising, but I didn’t, and for a beat, it took me by surprise. My gut twisted as if someone stabbed me right there.

“Fuck,” I uttered.

Kylo was already looking at me. “I’m okay,” he whispered.

“Fuck,” I uttered again. Fisting my hands, I went to the side of the bed and started to reach for him but pulled back. I didn’t know where I could touch him without hurting him. I didn’t want to hurt him more than he already was.

He reached out, and that drew me out of my own thoughts. I took his hand and leaned toward him to gently rest my forehead against his.

“Baby,” I whimpered, my eyes welling with tears.

“I’m okay,” he said again. When I groaned, he added, “I will be at least.”

Shifting back, I ran my fingers through his hair. “You will. I’ll make sure of it. I’m sorry—”