I’d killed someone.
I had killed a man.
No, I had killed Ian.
Somehow that didn’t bother me much. Rather the opposite, actually. A ragged breath left me and I winced as I was picked up, my bruises killing me.
“Be careful with her, King.” Sterling’s voice was soft. “She could be injured.”
King’s chest rumbled, but he didn’t say anything else, my cheek resting on his solid chest as I finally felt like I could relax. I opened my eyes and looked up at King, noticing that the sky was moving…or maybe we were.
“I knew you guys would come,” I whispered.
King’s eyes were cold and empty as he looked down at me, but I wasn’t scared anymore. His voice was rough and almost unnatural as he spoke.
“Always, Dahlia. Always.”