Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68598 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 229(@300wpm)
I groaned.
“You okay?” she asked worriedly.
“The jolt didn’t feel great,” I admitted.
And, possibly, I might’ve broken something inside my head with that orgasm.
So worth it.
“Here,” she said as she handed me my underwear. “Get those slid on your feet. Or do you need help?”
I got them slid on, then she helped me to stand right as the door started to open.
“Unless you want to see my ass,” I called out as I saw it gape open, “you might want to give me a few minutes.”
“You cursed again,” she whispered.
“I’m in pain,” I repeated myself.
She snorted and helped me sit back down, and I watched out of the corner of my eye as the door stayed halfway open.
My gaze went to the mirror beside the door, and I felt my stomach plummet.
I grimaced as I looked in the mirror and saw my mangled eye.
She saw where I was looking when I helped slide the pants onto my feet and up my legs.
Once again, I had to stand but kept my gaze on the mirror.
God, I looked hideous. Absolutely terrifying.
“I saw a video today that was obviously catered toward me,” she rolled her eyes to where I was looking at myself. “What do you think about a fake glitter eyeball?”
I blinked as I looked at myself.
As long as my eye was closed, it looked somewhat less gross.
But the moment it was open, it started to look like a horror show.
I’d never given much thought to what it would look like without an actual eyeball in the socket, but now that I knew, I realized it would be overly scary to anyone that didn’t actually know me.
Hell, I cringed to think what JP would think of it.
“Are you decent yet?” I heard Aodhan call. “Or is your ass still uncovered?”
I chuckled and kept very steady as I started to lean back into the hospital bed.
“I’m decent as I get at this point,” I called out.
The door opened.
“Wow, that looks kind of nifty.”
Speaking of the devil.
I turned to survey the young girl that’d made her way out of the hall and into my room.
“Um,” I hesitated, unsure what to say.
I hadn’t put my patch back on yet, and I now felt naked without it.
“Are you going to put a fake one in the socket, or are you going to leave it like that with an eye patch over it?” she asked curiously as if the sight of my mangled eye didn’t freak her out like it should. She moved closer until she was within a few feet of me and halted.
God, she was so much like her mother sometimes that it hurt.
“I’m probably going to do the patch thing until it’s healed,” I admitted. “Then we’ll see.”
“I think you should do one of those pink glitter ones,” she suggested. “My newsfeed just suggested the video to me today.”
I twisted my head very slowly and looked at her mother, who was trying very hard to hold her giggles in.
“Knock, knock.”
I again looked very slowly toward the door to find another visitor.
Sunny.
“I have an update on the Lisbeth and Farrell case,” Sunny said as he came into the room, he too uncaring as he looked at my face and studied one area—my non-eye—in particular. “That looks gnarly. Those stitches make you look like a badass.”
I grumbled under my breath, then sighed. “What’s up with them?”
He looked at JP, then back at me.
“You can speak freely in front of her,” Folsom said. “She’s very aware of everything that’s going on.”
We almost had to be.
After hearing about her mother’s ordeal, she’d already been antsy. When I hadn’t been around, she’d slightly freaked out and had to pretty much force her mother to tell her what had happened to me.
She was very aware of how I’d been shot in the face and how I had a few issues and hurdles to overcome before I could leave the hospital.
For her age, she was highly intelligent and didn’t appreciate being lied to.
Hence the letting her hear what was about to be said.
She leaned on the side of the bed, crossed her arms, and stared at Sunny just like her mother was doing on the other side of me.
Sunny took in both of their positions and hid a grin. “Like Valkyries.”
“I like that.” JP nodded her head.
Sunny smiled softly at her, then turned to stare at me, then Folsom.
“They were arrested today when they tried to take out another hit,” he said simply. “They can’t get bail, either, because they were deemed flight risks. We have enough to place plenty of charges on them now that they were arrested, and we could legally subpoena records on their computers. Evidence was found of not only the hit that they recently tried to carry out but all past ones, too. Looks like Farrell is an extensive record keeper.” He smiled.