“Nope. No hospitals. I’ll be fine,” he said.
“Don’t be silly. You’ve been shot. What if you get an infection?” Gina asked.
“Babe. I’m a shifter. I’ll be fine in a few hours. I promise.”
“He’s right,” Annie said. “Shifters heal freaky fast as long as it’s not a wound that can kill them.”
“If a gunshot can’t kill them. What can?” Gina asked.
“An injury where they lose more blood than they can make. Think of a missing head or heart,” Annie said.
“Or ripping someone’s throat out,” Clara said nonchalantly.
“Geez,” Gina gasped. “Y’all are serious, aren’t you?”
“Yep,” Nick replied. “You can drop me off at the hotel.”
“You aren’t staying by yourself tonight. No one should. We have no idea what Gavin and his goons are going to do or who they are going to come after first,” Maggie said.
“She’s right. We need to stick together for now,” Clara said.
“I can’t leave Odin alone,” Nick said.
“Who’s Odin?” Gina asked.
“My dog.”
“I can run in and get him. I’m usually pretty good with dogs.”
“Fine. I’m sure he’ll love you. Just park around back. I don’t want Makayla to know I’ve been hurt.”
Armed with instructions and Nick’s keycard, Gina zipped into the hotel and made it to his room in record time.
She opened the door cautiously, calling out for Odin.
“Odin, here doggie.”
Panic suddenly crashed over her. With a name like Odin, she was sure he would be a beast of a dog. It was crazy enough to think of a bear shifter owning a dog. She imagined the largest dog breed possible barreling toward her and mauling her to death.
“Arf!”
The tiniest little chihuahua bounced up and down on the bed.
“Oh! Look how cute you are in your little sweater with a spiked collar.” Her heart melted when she saw him.
He jumped into her arms and covered her face in licks and tiny dog slobber. Grabbing his leash and the bag of dog food, she turned to see if she had missed anything. Odin sprang from her arms and back to the bed. He ran over to the pillow and grabbed a stuffed teddy bear that was more than double his size.
“Fine. We’ll take your teddy too.” Gina laughed.
ChapterEighteen
“Are you sure you’re going to be okay?” Gina asked for the millionth time. She couldn’t seem to help it. She felt horrible that those dick bears had shot Nick. Fluffing the pillows on her bed, she motioned for him to have a seat. They had a lot to talk about.
“Yep. Look,” Nick said, sitting on her bed and pulling back the gauze she had wrapped on his leg when they got to the house. The wound was almost completely closed.
“Wow! That’s crazy,” Gina gasped.
“Where’s Odin?” Nick asked.