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The hands in Lynx’s lap fisted. “What college are they at?”

My mouth fell open. “Uh… I have no idea.”

His nostrils flared as he kept staring out the window. “Don’t that seem a little odd, Pup?”

I rubbed my forehead that was starting to ache. “I’m sorry I’m so dumb—”

Grey eyes snapped to me. “If I ever hear you say that shit again, I’m beating your ass.”

Not doubting him for a second, I nodded. “Okay.”

He glared at me. “You are one of the smartest kids I’ve ever known. Hear me? You don’t know much because those assholes didn’t want you to. Now we need to know why.”

“Why?”

“Yeah. Why the fuck didn’t they just put you to ground? Am I supposed to believe they kept you around just to use you as their pin cushion?” He snarled as he looked back out his window. “Nah. Ain’t going for it. Their actions toward you showed hatred.” He made fists again in his lap. “And I’m gonna find out why.”

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Helping Hearts

“You did it!” Lacey whispered loudly while practically hanging out the window with a time-stopping smile that had me almost losing my footing.

Climbing up the lattice, plastic bag hanging from my mouth, I smiled at her, even though I hadn’t been the one to remove the bars. Lynx had it done while she slept last night. I think he worried that separating metal from concrete would be too much for my still-healing body. Fortunately, he wouldn’t admit to it, saving my ego a kick to the balls. He told me it was a ‘surprise’ and to stop being a pain in his dick.

To be honest, I was in no shape to pry the bars free. I would’ve done it to get to my girl, but most likely would’ve been in need of Doc afterward. Reclimbing the lattice was already having my body asking, “Really? Another wall-crawl? Have you forgotten you were stabbed, oh, I don’t know—almost three weeks ago?”

That is why, when Lacey reached down and over to offer a hand, I accepted. I gave her the bag, then proceeded to enter her room on my own.

Now hanging half in and half out of the window, my feet kicking and unable to gain traction on the wall, I heard a set of heavy boots pounding the ground behind me. They stopped when Lacey grabbed the back of my jeans and tugged. She giggled, yanking and pulling, trying to drag me inside.

With my ass shamefully in the air, I told her, “I’m here to rescue you.”

She laughed, still trying to get me inside, while whispering, “You’re so heavy!”

“I have friends feeding me enough food for a village—”

I finally slipped into Lacey’s room, landing right on top of her.

Stomach to stomach, chest to chest, we laid there, panting from the struggle, staring at each other. It felt like so many moments passed by….

Staring at my mouth, she whispered, “I wrote about you today.”

“Really?” I blinked out of our trance and finally rolled off of her.

Getting to our feet, she tried to fix her hair. “Yeah, Doctor Landon said I should write in a journal to help me with my memory.”

I tried to rearrange my now disheveled shirt. “Wow… Is it helping?”

“I don’t think so.” Shyly, she tucked hair behind her ears. “Do you want to read it?”

My eyes went wide. “Me?” She nodded. I was honored. “Hell yeah.”

Watching me bashfully, questions clearly rushing through her delicate mind, she went to her little nightstand at the right of her small bed.

The room was quite bare. A bed. A lamp. A desk and one chair. Nothing on the walls. Personally, I felt it was depressing, but maybe it was just me finding the whole situation depressing.

Still observing me, Lacey approached with a book in her hand. When she handed it to me, I asked, “You got something on your mind, Pretty Girl?”