She launched herself through the air at Liam and tackled him. They rolled to the ground together and then everything stopped. She scrambled off of Liam who looked up at her withfadingeyes.
“I would have loved you forever,” he gurgled. A thin trickle of blood slid down the side of hismouth.
The knife’s handle stuck out of his chest. In the melee, he’d managed to stab himself. She stood unmoving, until his eyes went glassy and he stoppedmoving.
Behind her, Drew moaned. She scrambled tohisside.
Cody, Hank and Logan came crashing through theforest.
“He’s hurt,” sheyelled.
The long slash across his shoulder was covered in blood. She couldn’t see how deep the knife had gone. Drew’s brow furrowed as hegroaned.
“What happened?” Codydemanded.
“My ex, he tried to kill me. And he stabbed Drew. But Drew…he was a…a…” She struggled with a way of describing what hadhappened.
“A bear?” Hankasked.
As she whirled around to face him, the whole world tilted on its axis. She fell forward against Logan, who quickly rushed toheraid.
“Hang on there. Why don’t you sit down for a second,”Logansaid.
She let him set her on the ground next to Drew. As the brothers moved to help him, she could only stare. A bear? Hank saidbear. Jesus. Why would hesaythat?
Her foggy gaze slid to Drew. Cody was putting pressure on his arm while Hank ripped a piece of his shirt off. He wrapped the cloth around Drew’s arm and tied ittightly.
“That should hold long enough to get him back to the house,”Codysaid.
She looked from Cody to Logan. No one seemed surprised by Hank’s comment. Did they all know? Holy shit, were they bears too? How hardhadshe hit her head? Maybe she had aconcussion.
As Logan scooped her up, she didn’t protest. Even if she’d wanted to walk, shecouldn’t.
“I think she’s going into shock,”Logansaid.
It was the last thing she processed before the world narrowed to a tiny pinpoint then went completelyblack.
Chapter13
Cindy driftedin and out of consciousness for hours. Day turned into night. Concerned voices flowed through her, but she couldn’t decipher the words. Eventually, she gave in to the pull of sleep anddriftedoff.
When she awoke, her headpounded.
“Drink some water,” Drewwhispered.
She peeled one eyelid open. He sat next to her bed in a chair. He held a cup of water to her lips. She took a tentative sip, not because she trusted him, but because her parched throatdemandedit.
“I know you went through a lot yesterday,”hesaid.
“Yesterday?” shecroaked.
“You were out all night and most oftheday.”
She turned her head toward the window. Darknessgreetedher.
“What time is it?” sheasked.
“Ten p.m.,”hesaid.
