I"d reached the top of the stairs when Striker appeared from nowhere. Taking the crutches, he lifted me into his arms in one fluid movement. “No way are you going down those stairs with those things, Lott. You"ll break your damn neck.”
I protested most of the way down the stairs, grumbling about being treated like an invalid but Striker just grinned and ignored the arguments. He was about to deposit me on the couch when Marianne walked into the room. “They"re on their way back.”
My heart lurched in my chest, my pulse leaping at the thought of seeing Lucas. “Could you take me to meet them?” I pleaded.
“Jeez, Lott, can"t you wait till they get back here?” he grumbled good-naturedly. “What"s your hurry?”
“Please, Striker,” I begged.
He shared a look with Marianne and she nodded impercept
