“I’m hungry, and I can’t find the kitchen. Aella is asleep on your bed, and I don’t want to wake her.”
Chevy growled, but it had nothing to do with his wife being asleep in another man’s bed.
It had everything to do with how awful Silver looked.
I didn’t think it was possible, but she looked worse today than she did yesterday.
Her eyes were even more swollen shut, and she had so many bruises that you couldn’t tell where one began and another one ended.
“You said it was bad,” I heard Hai say to Eedie. “But I had no clue how bad.”
I caught Silver’s hand and led her into the kitchen.
“How’s your backside feel?” I asked curiously.
“Not good,” she admitted.
Chevy followed us into the kitchen, but turned around and left, coming back moments later with a pillow from the couch.
He placed it on the seat at the kitchen table and said, “Got you a pillow.”
Silver jerked, unaware that Chevy was here.
“Sorry,” Chevy caught her startle. “Thought you knew I was here.”
“You walk like a ninja,” she said. “And I can’t see.”
Chevy moved closer, being sure to shuffle his feet so he could be heard approaching, and said, “What’d the doctors say?”
“No broken bones,” she said.
“Miracle,” Chevy murmured. “What meds do they have you on?”
I didn’t think it was possible for her to look cute while so bruised up but she managed it when she said, “Um, well, about that. I didn’t stay.”
“You didn’t stay where?” Chevy frowned.
“At the hospital,” she explained. “I didn’t stay long enough to get any medications.”
Chevy sighed. “I’ll call you something in.”
His eyes met mine over the top of her head, and we had a moment.
Both of us had promises in our eyes. Ones that spoke of total annihilation of the one that did this to her.
Moran wouldn’t make it to see her next birthday.
The Truth Tellers would make sure of it.
Twenty
Are you okay? No, I’ve been the same height since I was twelve.
—Silver’s secret thoughts
SILVER
The doorbell rang, and Webber jackknifed off the bed, thankful that he had a reason to leave.
