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“Listen, love, the chances of being able to find this person, let alone recover your bag, are about zero.”
I stand there, my ears ringing as my existence crumbles around me. My situation is compounding on me, leaving me shaking and dizzy. Homeless. No food, water, job, money, clothes. All I have left is my body.
Am I going to have to sell that?
“Hey? You all right?”
I shake my head. No, I’m not all right, I haven’t been all right since I left home. I’ve been running, trying to find the something better to prove that I can be someone, and all I’ve done is fail. Over. And. Over. What is so unloveable about me? Why don’t I deserve love?
I reach out to catch the wall, but I miss and end up staggering back, my legs collapsing. Arms catch me and hoist me up.
“What’d you do to her, Saint?”
The violet and silver-haired man glares at whoever is holding me.
When my legs still don’t hold me, I’m lifted bridal style into powerful arms. I find myself studying the sexy bartender, I stare at his strange eyes, hypnotized. So pale with those striking rings. Is he wearing contacts?
“No, I’m not.”
I blink and realise he’s answered my question.
Crow gets all up and over me, causing my stomach to flutter wildly. I can still taste him on my lips. I stiffen as he reaches out, putting a finger under my chin and turning my head towards him.
“What was in the bag?”
I burst into tears. “Everything.”
Hunter jostles me and moves to sit down. “It’s going to be okay. You’re going to be just fine. Just get it out. You’re safe here.”
I cry until my eyes feel puffy and fall silent. His hand strokes my upper arm and we’ve got an audience of two peering at me anxiously.
“Have you got somewhere to stay?” Hunter asks slowly. His voice is deeper than the other two.
I open my mouth, and then shut it with a snap.
“Money?”
My cheeks burn.
“Family?”
I look down at my hands.
“I’m guessing the only clothes you’ve got are what you’re wearing?”
“I’ll be fine,” I whisper.
“I don’t think so,” Hunter says with finality. “What’s your name?”
“Bethany Raines.”
“Bethany, beautiful name,” Crow purrs and comes in with a black silk handkerchief that he uses to mop up my tears and wipe my nose.
I’m too astounded by his actions to even think about protesting. I just stare at him because no one has done that for me since I learned to walk.
They seem to stop and have this silent conversation. It reminds me so much of Kelly and Raider that another pathetic tear slips from my eye. I miss them so much.
“Right, well. Here we are. You’re just going to have to come home with us until we can get you on your feet.”
