His Trouble Maker

Chapter 110

Chapter 110

GRAYSON

“You told me she’s going to wake up!”

“You told me it’s going to work!”

Shut up. Shut up.

My head is splitting in half. Right between the eyes. Like someone’s driving a spike through my skull. I grip the edge of the cot. Hard

go white. Theo’s pacing again. Saying shit like it matters. Pierce is slamming drawers like that’s going to fix anything. They keep making n breathing. But she’s still not fucking moving.

Her body’s burning through another fever. Skin wet and red like she’s being boiled from the inside out. I lean over her. Close enough to hear her heartbeat stutter. Then stall. Then start again.

I want to tear the fucking walls down.

“You said-”

“I said shut your mouth,” I snap.

Three days.

Three days since I carved that cut into her side and fed her my blood like it was enough to save her. Three days since I ripped Riot’s fucking leash off her

neck and chained her to me instead. Three days of her not opening her eyes.

What the hell did I do wrong?

Pierce grabs my collar and drags me outside like I’m the fucking problem. Slams me into the side of the cabin, breathing hard, like he’s ready to throw hands. Like I won’t split his spine for touching me.

“You said she’d wake up,” he snaps, shaking.

I don’t say a word.

“You said your blood would work-”

“I said shut your fucking mouth.”

He grips harder. I let him–for one second. Then I slam my forehead into his nose.

Crack. Blood everywhere.

He stumbles back, yelling, hands flying to his face. I don’t move. I don’t breathe. I just watch him bleed like I want to rip open ha ubs and check it ha heart’s still fucking beating.

“You think I won’t kill for her?” I ask, Low. Too calm

“You think I haven’t already?”

He spits into the dirt. “She’s not breathing right

“She’s breathing enough”

“She’s dying-”

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“No,” I snarl, stepping in. “She’s changing”

1 grab him by the throat this time. Drag him forward until we’re nose to nose, his blood on my mouth now.

“Riot buried himself in her spine. He left anchors in her scent. Leashes behind her eyes. You don’t come back clean from that

you even know what’s

I don’t. Not fully But I’ve seen the aftermath of what Riot leaves

back, exhaling through

air hits

swaying with every gust

in like

clearing where we dumped the

knife at the same time–set them down hard on the makeshift bench we dragged out here two nights ago when her fever speed and Theo started

trailing after me like a kicked dog.“We need to fucking

“About what?”

the spare cot in, toward the clearing where everything’s been failing apart since the second we

Pierce follows.

Riot. About how the line’s gone

at the bench. Set the jug down. The knife

up beside

“No calls. No messengers. No scouts.

“So?”

“So that’s not normal.”

at

think I don’t

too busy carving open your soulmate like

I grab the knife.

But I don’t

Not yet.

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say that

He doesn’t.

bench wood between us. The metal vibrates. “I know it’s quiet,” I mutter. “I know the

Gray. That’s what I’m saying. No backup. No intel. No signal. The border is

rot in my lungs. “Riot’s doing?” I

“Has to be.”

Of course it is.

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motherfucker doesn’t just poison people–he poisons systems. He spreads. Quiet. Fast. Like mold under the floorboards. You don’t see it uns house is collapsing under your

he was limping,”

time we saw him. But that was before she

limping. He’s pissed. Hungry. Imprinted. He has her

tether,” I say under my breath. “That’s why

looks at me

doesn’t want to chase her. He wants

block the

we’re a variable. A threat. He can’t

back at the

“She’s not waking up.”

“She will.”

“She’s burning”

“I know.”

I carved it in blood.

do you? The line’s gone. There’s no one

That gives me pause.

it. Steps

maybe that’ll soften the blow think Riot

just like that, his next question

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