Jett
She looked so small and pale against Sarah’s mound of over plumped pillows. The saying sheets pulled up to her neck. I could just glimpse the swathe of bandages around her slender throat.
I had done that.
But she was alive.
Alive.
I hadn’t know what I would find when I walked back through that front door. Meeting Bane and Gray on the stairs.
Grays eyes had been heavy with accusation and I couldn’t say I blamed him.
“She’s upstairs and wanting you brother.” Bane had clapped me on the back , as only Bane could do . His eyes alight with mischief. “For some unknown reason.”
I rolled my eyes, finally acknowledging Greys steely gaze with a slight lift of my chin. “Doc.”
“Treat her right.” Was the only think he said as he swept passed me and I had taken the stairs two at a time.
